Evelyn: Here is where that aroma is buried, where it radiates and appeals, where it triggers my instincts to dig and snuffle and tear at the roots... until satisfied that I have gotten to the essence of what exists... deeply, right here.
Monica: One of those blah days, a day of rain and crabbiness and nothing flowing right. Here: a brief moment in the dark on the porch with the rain pattering down. A deep breath.
Sounds like Evelyn is too busy and Poo needs more personal things to do, like going out in the rain and taking more pictures and yell to the winds and ask, why?? Maybe the rain God will have an answer. Maybe she will have the inspiracion to come and visit her Mon if I can talk someone into buying a ticket? Maybe? You precious girls keep making me amazed of your photos. I love you, both
ReplyDeleteAnd we love you, too, mama.
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