Paul Sorol
Helen sweeps leaves to keep the Meet tidy.
It is her chosen journey to peace and wisdom, her way to calm the runaway thoughts that her mind, your mind, and mine must contend with each waking moment.
It is also her switch.
None will know if her journey is made easier by sweeping leaves and inventing names for all the subtle hues they display.
What we can know is that she is on the journey.
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