Well there were two good molds to choose from this week - both of the grandfatherly hair variety - but something about the way that this one just encompasses the container filled me with deep solitude and grievance. I had to choose it. As I delved into its expansive body of emptyness I reminisced of my days as a child, wandering the Mediterranean shores of Northern Tunisia, staring for hours mind-boggled at the vastness of the ocean, and praying that one day it would swallow me whole. Oh Poseidon deliver me! Yes, deliver me back to the shadowy submerged grottos from which life was spawned and I shall be resurrected in my true form as a merman, idly frolicking to and fro amidst the waves.

Oh, and a shout out to the Sacred Space for making the most compost. Yeeeeha!
   
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