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Remembering the forest where I once sought God

I wrap myself in words: favorites, familiars, dark bliss metamorphosis. Sounds are silk layers, scales, moods unveiled, rhythm, wings.

My aplologies to Dr. T.

In Memorium: L.C. Prehoda 1913 - 1998

I lost my dear friend to breast cancer last July.

Outer world, inner world of painting

Who lost her own when she was young

6 word story contest entry

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..

A moment in time, vividly etched, like a picture flashed upon a screen