“…you cannot truly love another until you know how to love yourself.” shards. one. two. three. plucking, picking like flowers withered in the middle of a baking summer a decade ago though. i love her. i breezed through it like the east wind;  learned of wabi-sabi   pottery   my vitreous face and body. i learned toContinue reading ““Kintsukuroi””

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