Gratitude. Years ago a thoughtful neighbour brought me a clump of peony roots, dug from her colourful garden, divided for another. On a walk, I pause to admire the show of beauty blooming so splendidly in her garden. My eyes covet the peonies, the genus Paeonia, buds wrapped tight, stalks gently holding the shy, unfurling […]
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Her words written on an email~ I had a strange dream last night. Tell me more, I wrote back. These are her words. I was sitting on a beach, tracing shapes into sand, watching as the grains shifted, the sand bits refusing to stay put, rearranging themselves, she wrote. A man came into view. He looked […]
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