Duct Tape
There is something holier and more beautiful in one old Bible held together by duct tape in the hands of an old man in a gray suit on Sunday morning than in all the illustrated manuscipts in all the monastery vaults in this world.
Musings of a pond-gazer, swan counts and random thoughts occured to me on walks. Poetry, my own and others', quotes and "shoulds," as in you should read such-and-such and listen to such-and-such. There may be recipes. There definitely will be rants.
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