Humans have always moved stones around. We throw them in the water. Hold them in our hands. Carry them with us. Arranges them to fences, fireplaces, cairns or other shapes, sculptures, landscapes and landart. Think about a stone you have met in your life. It can be any stone. One…

If I were to speak of my love, I would return to the sweet elderflower brushing my nose tip in the summer, and to kiss-stains of pollen If I were to speak — stop — listen : do you hear how the cold salt water beckons us to turn back,…