a small stone

...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket

Tuesday, December 20

A quiet morning reading things I already know but have forgotten again. The words taste like slices of apple, brown bread, cold cranberry juice.

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Writing a small stone every day helps me to pay proper attention to the world. Join me. Satya Robyn

“Well, I made you take time to look at what I saw…” – Georgia O’Keeffe

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