Den sortklædte dame kan noget med ord !
Jeg kan ikke anbefale hendes tekster nok, hver sætning er et univers for sig.
Her er en godbid fra afsnittet “A Bidding” fra den lille bog “Woolgathering”;
I always imagined I would write a book, if only a small one, that would carry one away, into a realm that could not be measured or even remembered.
I imagined a lot of things. That I would shine. That I´d be good. I´d dwell bareheaded on a summit turning a wheel that would turn the earth and undetected, amongst the clouds, I would have som influence; be of some avail.
Hvad var det vi drømte om som små, drømte du om at udrette noget, være til nytte eller ???
For slet ikke at tale om dem, der samler ulden.