doing things with words and pictures
Counting the beads around her neck, losing count, starting again, around, following the line, the lines, a handmade track to walk on.
I believe I have heard the click of those beads.The endearments. The testimony of those left at the margins. The voice all but inaudible. No one much listening. Heart, hurt, mother, kindness -- things no snoop bot would ever bother to surveil. For they're not on any Company's prime-keyword list. Telling the Stations of the Way.
Thank you, Marie and TC.Marie, I guess we all need a handmade track. Glad you drew out the faith notes here, Tom. Hadn't thought of the rosary when writing (which seems odd now).Very glad there's nothing for the snoop bots.