her hands tremble at the want of inspiration... she knows this is the moment of change where she is the painter... the bulbous molten form is morphing into various shapes (even a starfish in red sand) before it finds it's course... what will be?
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"When we remember we are all mad, life stands explained!"
5 comments:
anything you wanted it to be :-)
It'll be beautiful..
sam & sangfroid: :) fingers crossed!
wow... you have such wonderful talent to tie great meanings in just a few words... I love your blog!
Cheers! :-)
thanks raaji! :)
~takes a bow!
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