The poetry of hands, 41
The struggle it is

I want a countenance like hers

New_growth_oregano A patch of fresh oregano springs up out of the muck / April 2011

This was the day when the woman at the door with the nice hat handed me a brochure proclaiming that Jesus “takes away the sin of the world” and invited me to “find out”; I couldn't get the peaceful countenance of her face out of mind for the rest of the day.


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