The Critics

September 20, 2008

The Critics

The Critics

They hover like moths around a candle. Afraid to get to close. Afraid to get burnt. But that is the only way to appreciate art. And they refuse.

Rolling Hills

September 20, 2008

Rolling Hills

Rolling Hills

Father heard someone outside. We went out to see what was there. It was a lone airplane. Lost in the sky.

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