I guess a year has passed since I rendered anything written, here.
The children are growing. The children are snakes.
More lists then.
New house and old house still on sale.
80 something chickens. Feathers and straw.
Greenhouse and greens all winter.
Who owns this rain water?
Why do so many people in New Mexico run red lights?
Healing waters.
Hikes and flint.
Some arguments. Some long walks. Consideration.
Dance is freedom. The body is right, always.
Dear silence: having spun in and out, do you remember my sound?
Redecorating.
Motherhood is an appropriate time to put faith in lists. Then disregarding.
Pearl beads of effervescence. Singing so the neck can realign.
Water.
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