I’m sitting on the rock at the entrance to the Cretan labyrinth in the side yard. A visitor once named this labyrinth “Mother and Child” because of the dark stones enclosing the white stones.
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I’m sitting on the rock at the entrance to the Cretan labyrinth in the side yard. A visitor once named this labyrinth “Mother and Child” because of the dark stones enclosing the white stones.
Continue reading “Fir Cones on Labor Day”