moving in all directions - the corpse of time laying out clothing for the winter.
never recognized - always a blessing, even in the haze of fear.
sometimes i pace through the small kitchen, some path an animal walked to heal.
talked with isla last night about healing animals, playing music and christmas with family - or alone - singing the songs we all know but in a different way.
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