my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



4/30/11

the root farm and little journal we started with children.
sahira wrote tiny names on top, she was filling it in every day,
with thies, sasha and julia. small ones were doing the cover.
these days are the best ones. when i can sit with them,
talk, listen, learn.






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warmly,
olga.




olga