A self-portrait from this morning.
My sweet daughter's photo of me this morning.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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Young lady these recent photos of you are quite beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYou make me laugh with 'young lady'...! I'm 57, and feel so old and yet young. Now you, yourself, are obviously getting younger every day, not in a Benjamin Button way, but in radiance.
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