"I once found a smooth, round stone, and I carried it in my pocket. If I'd believed in luck, I would have carried it for luck, but all I wanted then was ballast, something dense and durable - the weight of the world.
This morning after a hard rain a bird is singing in the ferns below the house. Little wren, my stone, I would sail you across the sky".
~ Gary Young.
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