It could be compared to the Edwardian times when Great Britain had started its sad departure of empirialism. The moment the greater class finally saw their servants but still did not acknowledge them.
Beauty
Cells
A conversation with my mother
“I’m going to plant an Eastern Star to be seen from the sky, so people on planes might see it.”
“They won’t know what it is.”
“It doesn’t matter if they don’t know what it is, it’s the beauty for them to see, the hidden out in the open.”
Be still and listen
One day I’ll tell you a story
The wine poured before the cooking of the lamb over a fire, oiled and herbed under the planet parade.
I have so many questions.
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