art_behind_closed_eyes lostgirl we were sitting there together, as close as two can be, jean-clad butts on the sand and two outstretched pairs of legs with ten bare toes digging tiny cities from the remains of life in the sea. we talked about how we would recreate the seascape in front of us...mine would be muted water colors, yours vivid oils. the waves crashed soothingly rhythmic, matching us breath for breath as the sun set into the horizon, and we watched with open-mouthed awe as four wild ponies approached and sprinted past in a hazy blur of white, running with abandon until they disappeared dreamily from our painting. 100722 what's it to you? who go blather from