I stood at the window watching the cocoon, which hung in the winter air like an upside down question mark That was the moment I understood Really understood Crisis, change, all the myriad upheavals that blister the spirit and leave us groping they aren t voices simply of pain but also of creativity And if we would only listen, we might hear such times beckoning us I stood at the window watching the cocoon, which hung in the winter air like an upside down question mark That was the moment I unde...
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