Storm Clouds

Shouldn’t art be felt in both, the head and the heart?

Hold memories close Sunsets fade into sunrises Facing east we dream Winters in full bloom Sparkling snow a…

My young daughter riding her Arabian horse.

Fear not the dragons that guard the gates; for your destiny calls, be courageous and enter in. ~M

Everything was here, just as it was, and yet she was not and never would be again, and…

As I walked into the room, my fear and apprehension covered me like an invisible cloak.Â Heads turned…

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