“But all things come in twos, white peach stones and black, destruction and creation. ,,, For grief can also be comforted by creation, by rebuilding the homeland that was taken. The fragments, like ash splints, can be rewoven into a new whole. And so we are here along the river, kneeling in the earth with the smell of sweetgrass on our hands.”
— Aug 04, 2024 12:32PM
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