Forty year-old hands gently crafting with clay...a tiny doorway.
Forty years - and the desire to find a way to step into other is undiminished.
And so, a doorway is crafted and installed. Over time, little stones form a pathway. Flowers are planted as offerings.
This isn't charming yard art. This is an expression of hope.
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I could use a little hope...<3<3<3
ReplyDeleteI could use a portal!!!
ReplyDeleteI am SO happy to see you here!
xo
Thank you for the doorway into your world.
ReplyDeleteOh my giddy!!
::LOVE::