Gusting winds whipped through the garden, with the same rhythmic power of the sea. Leaves swept inside-out and then back again, still clinging to branches, the violence of the movement sounding like waves crashing onto shore. Â Laying still in the dark of early morning, I am reluctant to move, wishing I could remain in retreat … Continue reading October
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