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Meditations: Locked rooms, open doors

I wish in the city of your heart you would let me be the street where you walk when you are most yourself. I imagine the houses: It has been raining, but the rain is done and the children kept home have begun opening their doors. ― Robley Wilson Be an opener of doors. ―[…]

Meditations: Risks, Rising & Renewal (Holy Week)

Bread by Helena Minton The dough rises in the sun, History of the human race inside it Orgies, famines, Christianity, Eras when a man could have his arm Chopped off for stealing  half a loaf. I punch it down, knead the dark Flour unto the light, let it bake, Then set it on the table[…]

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