summer solstice #17

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Rain poured like a waterfall outside and time slipped through my fingers as I assembled pots and ran out the door to a gallery talk in Rockville, Maryland.

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"Not only will something come if you wait, but it pours over you like a waterfall, like a tidal wave. You wait in all naturalness without expectation or hope, emptied, translucent, and that which comes rocks and topples you; it will shear, loose, launch, winnow, grind." Annie Dillard Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

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How sweet the vases and vines intertwining so.

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