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transforming

as i try to transform my thoughts into words i am temporarily blinded by a veil of orange that kisses my face and flutters on….. and i see transformation splashed everywhere. flutter on.

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beauty

the conversation turned, like leaves¬†in fall, to the arts of canning and preserving… of ¬†jams and butters made from apples – someone mentioned you can make jelly from beauty-berries… and suddenly the deep purple orbs were objects of culinary desire … Continue reading

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