| There was
no rhyme or reason to those snapshots,... 760 |
[Feb. 13th, 2010|02:51 am] |
There was
no rhyme or reason to those snapshots, although
when I told Kamen this in an e-mail, he responded
that the unconscious mind writes poetry if it's
left alone
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I drew my mailboxI drew the stuff growing around
Big Pink, then had Jack buy me a book - Common
Plants of the Florida Coast - so I could put names
to my picturesNaming seemed to help - to add
power, somehowBy then I was on my second box of
colored pencilsand I had a third waiting in
the wingsThere was aloe vera |
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