Where does our influence end and personal passion begin?
A spool of twine meant to bind also helps us let go.
A niece's visit prompts a review of my wardrobe and our bonds.
Our shortest day reminds us to look and listen to the dark.
Earl Hunt's death leaves his corner a little quiet.
Where has our listening gone?
Living inside a book to live in the world again
There are stories in the strips we pass over.
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