In a corona of silence, I turn to rain showers, the headiness of honeysuckle blossoms and blackbird vespers, simple pleasures to distract me from the unease of disease. So many shadows in the garden in which to find the Grail: the green balm of grass, May flower fertility and earthy pheromones filtering the essence of […]
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