shapes and patterns,
pieces of the day glued down,
coloured, traced
spaces filled...
pages turn forward and back
into time treasured, passed
deep breath,
the quiet of now
the moment
gentle sigh
breeze,drift,float
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Ice on the trees
I would like ice to stay on the trees and leave all American cities and towns. They are not law enforcement they are lawless thugs. Unmarke...
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All I could think about was a kaleidoscope so i had to us a little colour. A little summer fun :) -
I write here so little and I am sure this page is viewed just as little but here I am anyway. I was thinking an Bout my drawings. These las...
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