Some love notes of home:
Sweet potato
peeling, loose threads on an afghan knitted by a friend, nearly empty
coconut oil jar on a table runner from step-daughter Celia's wedding,
and late-autumn dinner plate dahlia blossoms from the yard.
And a little kombucha love.
And a little kombucha love.
Love you, love me, love us, love this world, love
the way love shows up every second of every day. Love love in the face
of everything that would have us believe otherwise. It's soft, this
love-voice. But it's sweet. And it's true.
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