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Lying in the dark, there is still so much she wants
to understand— The gecko’s repeating warble, the whimper
of the cat beside the neighbor’s fence. Brown-streaked kalachuchi
blossoms resting on the surface of the cistern after last night’s rain.
In response to Via Negativa: Sweet exiled words....
I keep going back and reading this series from the start – it’s so fine and complex and involving.