Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
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And there are times when I am Martha. Choosing the brief comfort that zealous labour brings when broom in hand I strive to regain desperate control over this valley. But, there is a time and a place for everything and Rest is not afraid of dust and disorder. And there are holy feet to be…