Not that it was beautiful but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there, something worth learning.
(Anne Sexton)
Monday, March 16, 2015
sky
The
sky was heartbreakingly beautiful this morning, half past seven, as I
began the walk back in to town from my housesitting gig. So windswept
and dynamic and pulsing with all that is life.
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