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
Loving all these, Lynne
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ReplyDeleteenjoyed reading this today.
Thank you, Rosemary and Jennifer. Having fun and discovering things I didn't know I wanted to say - the river is always good for that!
ReplyDeleteYou have a fine collection of stones! How did I miss that you were in the River? I salute you.
ReplyDeleteHi teri - good to catch up with you again!
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