In the rush of events, you will lose your words. Abandoned gifts. Stop. Wait. Make time for the leprechaun under the hill, the infusion of poppy seeds and lemongrass in the stoppered glass bottle. The candle in the rice paper lantern still glows. The turquoise egg waits.
Monday, March 21, 2005
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