“They open their wings, flash patterns and color, fly from flower toflower. I, with the dark brittles and many feet of the former form, inchalong the ground. Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky.” — Nina Kiriki Hoffman Copy Share Image
“They open their wings, flash patterns and color, fly from flower toflower. I, with the dark brittles and many feet of the former form,… — Nina Kiriki Hoffman Copy Share
“For all that is good, For all that is ours, Thanks to the spirits, Thanks to the Powers! (blessing over a meal)” — Nina Kiriki Hoffman Copy Share
