on a stone pillow only the dead sleep soundly a cicada cries seventeen sad syllables carried away on the breeze Kim M. Russell, 8th February 2020 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #115 Transformation: a stone for a pillow This weekend our challenge is a Transformation special feature, in which the goal is to […]
Day: February 9, 2020
Strange things happen at sea
The walk along the beach that Sunday was wild. The wind racing across the sand was fast and powerful, blowing bubbles of foam into the dunes and sand into hair and eyes. The tall dark-haired woman in the Fair-isle hat bent down to stroke the terrier at her feet and lifted a stone from a […]
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