A bundle of hand-chopped cedar lovingly brought with the thought of care for all of my wool stuffed spaces.
Sporadic but thoughtful entries in the Moonlists book.
Re-tying together a driftwood ladder I’d dreamed up long ago (the story of which you can read here).
Rain falling on the tin roof.
Handwritten mail.
Windswept bike rides.
Your Sunday best.
Waking up early with the sun more routinely again.
All of us together.
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