
Day 315 Still Budding
food for the mule deer
A journey into the cloud…
food for the mule deer
My art is for famiy
postcards for you
brings hope
A book mark, just in time
a friend
a poem
a remix
an echo
Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Words. They connect us, separate us, explain us, reflect us, amuse us, confuse us, contain us, and free us. Just the right word in the right place brightens our minds … Continue Reading Sometimes, a word