the lived life a stack of stones a convent garden of the heart drystone karma crafted by some giant’s hands we can never be sure the path it always opens some new crevasse the soul speaks of placements of tiny memories tucked large boulders that rolled the light through smallest spaces windworn a start anyway […]
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