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Autumn’s Refrain
As the storms rage here in the Pacific Northwest, my thoughts turn to the storms that rage in…
Down this dark rabbit hole, I willingly run. Haunted by dreams in colors, of the muted sun. Pondering…
As the storms rage here in the Pacific Northwest, my thoughts turn to the storms that rage in…
Not sure what to say about this little painting other than it simply flowed easily from the end…
the house hangs in the air silent, the wind is now still broken memories scattered on the floor…
I captured my memories of you, and placed them inside a glass jar. Holding it close and so…
