trying to find the right rocks for big jumps, series of skids, huge plops, and then the perfect throw.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Making books
May the day be filled with silence,
as to hear the sound of the deeper hush.
May the circle be wide and open,
as to spin itself into strength.
May the hands create,
and know they are part of creation.
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