We’re again moving into tighter restrictions.  I think of touch, of how we need to cultivate touch within and with ourselves.

I come to this wonderful poem by W.S. Merwin

Separation”

Your absence has gone through me

Like thread through a needle.

Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Changing Leaves

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