"Mme. went down in the cellar, and she brought fruits, onions, potatoes and the damp smell of secrets. Mme. climbed the stairs very often. Sometimes she appeared to stay down there for hours and even days. She searched for her voice in the deep recesses of the caves, she met spirits, people,angels, dreams and stories. But she searched for herself in the silence there deep down in the dark guts of the earth. Sometimes we heard a murmur upstairs , this was when she tried to sing through the darkness, many steps down next to the well. She must have heard so many echoes reverberating from the walls, but it helped her even more to concentrate, to breathe, to feel herself, to sense the awareness growing, her hidden self. We didn't really know her , but she always brought a gift up with her, a vision, something beautiful, candles and matches and shards of hidden riches, and we smiled and cuddled up to her. Wo she was? We didn't now, we don't now. But we remember the warmth and the radiance. " Dr.F.
I will continue this story when asked...or when I really want to.
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