There’s only a portal of black obsidian between the zombies and lava in The Dimension of The Nether and The Overworld where Steve is standing and I am counting his sheep, cows and pigs. But we really shouldn’t be hanging around when night is about to fall and mob attacks are imminent: Blazes and Creepers, Spiders from The Cave, all ready to descend on The Farm. autism spectrum my nephew names all the monsters It’s time to lock up the animals, he says, time to close doors and windows, so I turn Steve around and notice he’s clutching a tiny baguette, something that fills me with unaccountable joy: that in this world of sharp edges and danger a boy has placed Bread in a man’s hands and they are carrying it home. Presence 63, March 2019
Lovely conclusion!
ReplyDeleteThank you, this felt gentle and restful, what a Sunday morning should be
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary, Linda. It's been a great month hasn't it?
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ReplyDeleteThank you, la mujer libre! When I read back over the month of daily writing I realise how much value there is in doing it... I think the River of Stones is running again in January so I'll be there again.
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