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This is a strange winter:
A nymph
is chased by lavender tea smells.
Fleur de Sel dawns.
Sands laid with flowers.
Swirls of chicory leaves in the mouth.
Lady bugs all over verandas.
Hands in the clouds.
Seeing before eyes come.
Teaching how to pronounce ‘love’
In my mother tongue.
Learning lotus plant powders.
Windpainting on the body –
Down and Slow.
A lot of sea.
And absolutely no snow.
