The clothes waiting to be mended sit in a pile in front of the sewing machine.
The half finished jigsaw puzzle lays next to me.
Journals and poetry - always in progress - strew about.
Music and bird songs, matches for candles, and essential oils ready to drop.
This is my room of possibility.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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