The colors flow through her like a rainbow |
not running from, but going to |
Translucent, threatening to smash itself |
When in doubt, choose wings not shoes |
You were a bookmark to the time when I loved every sunrise |
Going Underground |
There is such a color in thought |
You have to keep loving |
Maybe someday I'll be an M&M the color of your eyes |
transient liquid beauty |
the house breathes with a dozen odd dreams |
My own personal time capsule of lives |
The Painting of Sounds, Noises, and Smells |
She smiles in colors |
Behold, the Dreamer Cometh |
Life, no road signs |
Dream Log: July 5, 2001 |
The Bottle Collection |
September 13, 2008 |
Fireworks and apple pie and Fourth of July |
The Harriet Tubman Offense |
Wheresoever he went, there was Eden |
Prometheus Rising |
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