Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and our world has been restored to a place of sunlight and contrasts. To celebrate, we’re taking a walk to the spot where all the individual tricklings from the swamp (pardon me, wetlands) converge before making their final splash down the steep granite bluffs and into the bay. Their excitement is palpable. Can you hear it?
“I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.”
—Pablo Neruda
Onwards,
Clara
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February 4, 2024