Linda Colsh - Belgium
"Tying Clooties"
A hair greys. A thought occurs. A dream is dreamed. A wish is made. A prayer is prayed. An offering, a clootie, is tied in the sacred tree at the holy well.Who am I? I was nothing. I was I. I am I. I will be I. And then I won't be. What will remain?
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