“What I have harvested here these weeks is indeed a harvest. In the garden, planting seedlings, watching them grow – ruthlessly, or gently, rooting out the invasive weeds. The weeds of stories, these roots deeply wrapped around the stem of my being. Some released so easily it was almost a joke to watch them flow away – like petals in a river. Others were more stubborn, but with gentle work they released.”
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by Paka | Nov 20, 2021