I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)
Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.
... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up
Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.
Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.