the wind is -2, but the sun is still warm.
cold enough to shatter arctic air in the palm of any hand.
a winter one celebrates the frosty grass and their frozen toes.
a spring child sings with flowers for cheeks and golden curls.
a summer son spills laughter down the hill.
an autumn mother brings much wisdom and promise.
hot july was good to me.
oh, iced december don't disappoint.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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I dare you to compare your art from then to now.
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