Tonight the moon is just a tiny slither of itself, the air is as still as still can be and bitterly cold, there are stars but still it’s almost pitch dark. I stood out there, alone, just standing, it is so black and still and intensely quiet, it feels as if the world could if it chose to, listen and hear your inner most thoughts.
Pots in their new homes
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