Tuck pointer drills squeal
Attack old crumbling mortar
Banish the raindrops
No longer mop ups
No towels on window sills
All's well for a time
Ancient skills remind
In midst of present chaos
Hope for new outcomes
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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I love this, Ina. Amidst all of this, we can rebuild.
Thanks, Dale. I know somehow we will – in time.
Hoping that you remain dry Ina!
Thanks, Andrea. The rain puts me to work when is comes in the windows but I do stay dry.