I wasn’t expecting this….
Oven,
gathering place,
hearth, sculpted earth.
Beauty that first allured us.
Cracks of time suddenly pockets collecting the deluge of December rain.
Under the surface,
filling,
pressing,
collapse.
.
At first sight, I walked away.
.
Too much. Just too much.
What you were. What we see now:
browns, reds, grays, ash, straw, sands.
Beauty inside out.
Looking. Seeing. Learning
How will we build you the second time?
heating up the oven for cooking
Friends and Food
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