As my hands have been incredulously moving stones up and down my own hillsides, my grandmothers’ dreams have been dancing with the near-future thrill of the Shrine of Sympathetic Resonance. Weaving. New mending. Big art. Almost forgot. Tools for remembering. Almost forgot.
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