Roots (ponderings)


I wonder what life looks like to those lost in the dust? To the people barely alive because the art of life has been lost.  To live years without writing or dancing to music and paintings.  

A grey, cold existence.  

Wide open 6-12-2017

When reawakened days become fuel for a soul that sings.

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