“The pot boiled over. I strained a fist full of mint and poured. To wash away all ills so they become as a footnote. We walk over the burning slag. It seems there is nothing we can not do. We are hailed in the market place. We beat on the bongo; we blow on the reed. To portray the delicate; to shatter nature.”
- excerpt from Woolgathering by Patti Smith
** Thank you Astrid Rosalind for this fabulous book!
