Squinting through a thumb print melted in iridescent frost, I viewed a magic world glittering near-blinding white in the morning sun slashed with crimson wings Hoping a tentative touch will take me though like Alice. Thought the Glass by Cecilia Slusser 1982
Poetry from my mother etched on my heart.
all kinds of magic…
Thank you, friend!
Utterly beautiful imagery in your mother’s words, and your photos make such a meditative complement.
Thank you so much, friend!
All kinds of poetry.
Thank you for sharing the magic. x
Thank you very much, friend!
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