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sketches
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ever dumbening
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carve a chunk of the landscape--win or lose. sit with the arbor council. pick a path, pick a wall, pick a vine, and paint a forced vision within. reflect on the water, on the sound, of the frog-loud creek. follow the unseen source, i swear it'll come naturally one day.
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030407
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birdmad
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experience is the pad and paper, some of the things and people we encounter are fully formed images, others are outlines, some in pencil, some in pen a few rough strokes, fragments of ideas, like an incomplete sentence.
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030407
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ever dumbening
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torn from a book and given as a gift, another piece drifts out, another seed.
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031201
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ever dumbening
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a twenty-minute flower brings a genuine smile. radiance begets radiance, from childlike cheeks and beautiful deep brown eyes full of time.
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031208
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Shattered
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Sketches of you. Drawing your smile and beautiful eyes. Painting pictures of a happy family in my mind. You have been carved into my heart and soul and there you will stay forever.
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050818
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a clever disguise
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thanks to () for reminding me that it had been waaaayyyy to long since I last listened to this album. Oh, Jeff, why'd you have to go so damn early?
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120119
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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