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| Shaken Up! 8 x 11 pencils |
Mile markers on the path...
In a given day, any day, any part of the day, a thousand themes and subjects run through my head. I could post endlessly. Sometimes people come to mind, I see their faces, guess at their 'situation' (not all of them negative or difficult; just where they are at this point in their life - or could or should be) and more subjects and themes come to mind. No question or doubt what to say, just not enough time in a day...would you hear me if I told you what I thought you?
A thousand...
Points of light
Connected dots
Lines in the sand
A blessing and a curse, this sensitivity. I'm a listener and giver. I hear your pain, wish to heal, but...
I could reach across miles, whisper a word, run a gentle finger across your cheek, wipe a tear from your eye...
Speak of success, soothe a failure, sit with a loss
Words, images...for you and me.
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