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Remembering the forest where I once sought God
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I
wrap
myself
in words:
favorites,
familiars,
dark bliss
metamorphosis.
Sounds are silk
layers, scales,
moods
unveiled,
rhythm,
wings.
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My aplologies to Dr. T.
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In Memorium: L.C. Prehoda 1913 - 1998
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I lost my dear friend to breast cancer last July.
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Outer world, inner world of painting
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Who lost her own when she was young
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6 word story contest entry
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Your cabin still stands at attention,
circled by seedy, tangled grasses.
The gnarled sentry still stands guard.
I touch its thick trunk, and the ro..
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A moment in time, vividly etched, like a picture flashed upon a screen
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