Michiana, shore of an inland sea. I’m a sky watcher, I stare into the sky until my eyes stop tearing, I see the blue sun hammering a white sky, rays shooting this way and that, cloudy billows stretching open while on my lazy inner tube I soar, up, up and away, now I’m floating over alabaster palaces, their gates and gardens, I see the kings’ chariots, the proud horses and the sweeping gowns of queens and ladies. I’m five! I’m five! But really I sit in a dimly lit room before this computer and my mind is searching around for some sort of story, wanting to realize something again, in a new way. Thanks for FB stories- I discovered a woman and she rocks! It has been said, the postman always rings twice and I await the arrival delivery of my new Roberta Weir Infinity print. Signed in crayon! How do you support the arts?
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 12:29:51 +0000
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