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Passing through time. Collecting canvases, photos, assemblages, books, poems, jewelry ... scraps of things gathered into a 'piece'. I do not know where this cart will travel or who will see it along its journey. I need to move now...I see an orange glow over the hill...
So much depends upon the rain barrel filled with rain water beside the white chickens....
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- featherhead
- i see birds in a lot of places
winter out my glass
...the muses
...nina simone with her slightly flat notes sends chills through the wallpaper
...segovia with his fastidious 'strings' helps my hands blurrrr as I crochet
...sekou sundiata's poetry resonates in all the crevices and open ness ness of this wintery house
...segovia with his fastidious 'strings' helps my hands blurrrr as I crochet
...sekou sundiata's poetry resonates in all the crevices and open ness ness of this wintery house
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