Keep moving
Fragment by fragment

The poetry of hands, 55

SolsticeNJ Solstice Sunset picture-in-a-picture / June 2014

“She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.”

~ Patricia A. McKillip, Solstice Wood


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