A note on poetry, gestation, & willow sounds ~
Good afternoon all,
Some roots are simmering on the stove for my daily Autumnal decoction, the cats are lounging in the sun, & the cavernous whale-sounds of Gyda Valtysdóttir's cello weave through the rooms in our home.
This start to the month has taken off like only a centaur with citrine hooves could ~ with graceful speed & always towards the starlight…
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