Roses,collected at the almost summer solstice, noon sun soaked and dried for a far off winter moment, when you take the lid from the jar and change season just for a breath
Aoife Reilly, poetry from the edge of an island
Let the world begin here, belong wherever you are
Aoife Reilly, poetry from the edge of an island 
Beautiful Aoife. Gorgeously evocative! I have just been at this today.
3 Jars here by my bedside for that sweet winter moment
Much love xxx
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