many many years ago, at the Goldie Mill May
Day morning morris dance celebrations a woman passed out small ceramic
stones she had made with various words on them. I received this one as a
gift - Hope - and have carried it in my pocket most days since then. It
has become almost illegible, but even when the word has finally worn
off it will say a lot to me.
Guelph, May 2013
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