When I was growing up, we had those ceilings with swirls of plaster.

Dec 10, 2019·1 min read

When I was growing up, we had those ceilings with swirls of plaster. I remember laying in bed and seeing all sorts of things in that ceiling.

Erika Burkhalter

Photographer, yogi, cat-mom, lover of travel and nature, spreading amazement for Mother Earth, one photo, poem or story at a time. (MA Yoga, MS Neuropsychology)

I see you hiding in that stucco swirl,
sulking in the cobwebbed dinge
that’s settled in your creases.
I bet you think I don’t notice.

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