A river of stones

This is an interesting idea. A small stone is a moment, an observation, noticing something you have previously ignored. The stones read like haiku, a fragment of poetry. I like reading them and they remind me of my diary. I write observations in it whenever I see/ think of something that inspires me. Later I collect them into poems but for this month I will post a new stone everyday, in the raw state of immediate thought.

You can read about the project here

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