Tuesday, September 11, 2012
if life hands you empty jars...
Soul cries out
for flowers.
No flowers
found.
Must make art
from the smalls,
ordinary
water,
jars,
drops of color,
glass table,
backyard,
sunshine,
and wonder.
Mostly wonder.
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