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(This is a native, wild violet in my yard.) ~ We plot our gardens wrestle with the weeds demarcate the sacred from the profane so it would seem the struggle to make linear this round world our triumph of will … Continue reading
Courtesy my garden (and a cooperative Spring!), flowers to crown Shabbat HaMalka, Herself, the Holy Bride.
Sixth day poem is being delivered a day late, as the recalcitrant poem will tell you the reasons why herself. Wishing to follow, for the second time, the prompt offered at http://www.napowrimo.net, I obediently gazed out the window and collected … Continue reading