Day 27
The donkey of motherhood She wanted to visit the chapel, so full of the portraits of icons, a person couldn't fit in Hip height and upholstered Heehaw heehaw - the mountain path a little steep If she carried what little idea she had of prayer up here, what then? If she carried herself. And the donkey of motherhood, switch tailing the green horseflies of doubt stood patient in the village and the yellowbirds of future crashed through the cypress trees
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