I follow tears. Glistening eyes, quivering lips, red rising on cheeks. Clues on a path to story. A big, black circle on the map to the heart.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I follow tears. Glistening eyes, quivering lips, red rising on cheeks. Clues on a path to story. A big, black circle on the map to the heart.
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The call to prayer echoed down the canyon between Istanbul and Ankara as we sat in our circle high in the mountains.
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