march 24, 2024 letters to write, dishes to do, garden to weed ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼ in the world of angels there are no corners of rooms – easy to see a mountain or a stream a berry bush aflame, not for men, but for the hearts of small animals – a meadow at the groin of an oak grove becomes a basin to wash or an angel consoles, stands haloed by the shifting light of a hot tub – the water brimming, slopping to the ground where there are flowers in bloom