The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. Margaret Atwood
Day 63 of One Thousand Days I continue to ruminate on Love. And I'm still a bit cold. If you hadn't heard, we were visited by Snowmageddon over here in the Pacific Northwest.
With "poetic honesty"...Doing something remarkable each day for One Thousand Days.
Something small, something big, something secret or something public. Something for someone else, something for the world, something for my soul. Something that Holly approves of.
Something that makes up for behaving badly for One Thousand Days.
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