You should know that the stone I was attempting to roll Sisyphus-like is now behind me. I chose to walk around it. It's a kind of freedom, both yours and mine.
'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
3 comments:
Cryptic, indeed. But that's the best way to tackle stones.
Beautifully said.
(And since the Eight Noble Precepts say nothing about stealing other people's words....)
Banno, km: thanks. Stones are cryptic, aren't they? But sometimes they let you in on their secrets. (they give them away, km. No chance of stealing).
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