To restore me to myself I’m chopping onions and parsnips, washing red chard, finding violets like rain-washed amythests half-hidden under the dead winter twigs and leaves, trying to shape a story from the wistful images of other Januaries, yearning for something a new year promises: bloom and new growth of my own.
image: Sweet violet, photographed in Ungureni, Măneşti, Dâmboviţa, Romani
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