Xiaoyin (Silver Ghost Money), leaves a trail of silver stars on my fingers as I fold as many as I can for H. It is more than the Milky Way that divides us… Continue reading →
Guimaras‘ blue skies had these powerful white clouds. Angel’s feathers rippled through the horizon. Blue ocean, blue sky, angel’s feathers. (You must be up there too, my love.) Thank God for the Trappist… Continue reading →