Reclaiming the land, stone by stone Raising a path into the waves Where travellers may walk to shore And bring their wares from far away A weary process, to the sure Reclaiming the land, stone by stone Yet now that it’s done, it will stand…

I keep the pieces of the angel ball. They are too lovely to discard– hand painted wings and stars and sky (and dried red peppers in a bunch) on egg-shell slivered glass.   Ideas broke my heart . . . be perfect, which you cannot…