One Degree of Separation
Through a thin window
The pre-dawn sky whispers, soft
“Come, dear, be in it.”
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Through a thin window
The pre-dawn sky whispers, soft
“Come, dear, be in it.”
Hello friends! Here's what I do: I write, make things (books, quilts, garden art, dinner), facilitate conversations with large and small groups about stuff that matters and do my best to be a good and kind human. Let’s chat!