12. Curtains

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Caramel light pools in the room in spots and puddles, as though the palest honey were dripping through from the other side. I see always your sweetness, and its being given me to taste, and see that it is good. Behind the divide, I hear the faint buzzing of the work that brought it to me, and am grateful.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017