With you in mind, it is my desire to catch dreams, create and mold them into lively art forms and celebrate the joys that bless artful people. I long to gather words and march them into sentences that sing, stories that dance, inspire, and ask. I search for words that life and challenge - messages that celebrate all things artful.
Oh, the pleasures of the pen, the joy of the poetic and artful life. Linda Wilson
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Imagine That
I woke, I saw, I felt the feather falling and then I heard it reach the ground.
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