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Paint, the blood of an artist's hand with words as wealth to understand; and music pure to feed the soul with sounds of song and joy. Chalk and ..

The straw making the base of the basket stayed there. She bent to pick up the heavier of the stones put them in her pockets and began to bruise..

Cold damp soft grey skin- being eaten by sunshine; shadowed rose petals.

Calcified bones from spent lives etched in stone above and around you. You lie with others unable to hear or meet these words on any page. I..

Path of trod packed gray snow berries on trees around its edges grow. Fine drawn tails of branches bared bud less against a sky that covers sun..

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