Imagine living in this remote, desolate place. The solitude is deafening. No wind blows, no birds sing. How long has the tree stood here? The tree's leaves are gone and the branches look frail - unhealthy. Overcast skies add to the gloom. Not a bit of color touches the place. Imagine spending every day the same as the day before. Would this not make anyone unhealthy?
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'morning Jeanne. Your list of things you love could easily be mine, except for the lightening bugs, though I'm certain if I ever see a mess of them they will be right up there. I'd have to put whales scratching their bellies in place of the lightening bugs. Anyway, thanks for inviting us to your blog, enjoyed my visit. I find your poetry poignant(sp) and am so going to enjoy watching your art go through the stages of adding colour, exploring different media, 'cause I'm certain that you are going to stick with it.
I'm being awfully longwinded but... hi!
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