Dearest,
I'm thinking of our (women's) work poem of course in mores code- after these incredibly beautiful Mandela, Pindyck pieces.
I also love the idea of singing it or playing it- makes me want to pick up a clarinet again- or perhaps dare I sit at a piano. (Perhaps a drum beat) Let's record a symphony!
For an immediate project, I am tracing the handwriting of my fellow coworkers. It collapses time and space for me, bringing me that much closer to each of you. Could you please send me a penciled version of the poem? I will then sit with this as meditation.
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