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Monthly Archives: April 2017
Homage
He would have turned 90 today, had he lived another year His body, tinned ashes buried beneath a tree, close to home soothed now by wind and swooping soaring birds We called him birdmanmac forever trying to outsmart … Continue reading
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Metamorphosis
The doors open like butterfly wings signaling change rebirth new life emerging from the inside out renovation, variation, transformation, growth this space repainted in butterfly colors repurposed in a delicate dance between the practical and the fanciful where learning … Continue reading
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