from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away   their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind   it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead


      Flames lick the straw and the suitcases we pack over a lifetime with vulnerable items we adore.   We wonder without speaking, what lasts, what remains the day without perishing?   Building is more than walls, it’s a foundation buried deep; stones for support, the strength that lasts.   Fire burns, water … More BEAUTY FOR ASHES