Six sycamore leaves, saucer to dinner plate sizes, fly by flipping madly in the wind, disappear into Aileen’s yard.A hummingbird pips and circles, then perches on a bare branch where the leaves used to live.
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Those leaves are huge and if they hit you in the face, you're a goner! Carol P
Hi Emily, I agree! It's amazing how many different kinds of weather I can range through with each set of Small Stones, and I feel like I've been immersed in each one! cheers, Laura
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Those leaves are huge and if they hit you in the face, you're a goner! Carol P
I'm falling in love with this Small Stones project. It's amazing how just a few sentences can take me through such a range of experience.
Reading this, I want to tuck my hair into my hat and turn my face toward the wind.
Hi Emily,
I agree! It's amazing how many different kinds of weather I can range through with each set of Small Stones, and I feel like I've been immersed in each one!
cheers,
Laura
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