A mixture of art in all its forms and random grabs from life and whatever else bubbles up….

Words are living things..and grow…

From the darkness, light and stone narrate the tales that are etched momentarily and lasting..

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13 responses

  1. Nice picture! 🙂

    June 21, 2011 at 18:59

    • Have saved this for a long time…used it long ago for a post for roxana on another site 🙂

      June 21, 2011 at 19:04

  2. June 21, 2011 at 19:02

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  4. we could always have fresh air 🙂

    June 21, 2011 at 22:18

    • If there wasnt so much pollution…

      June 22, 2011 at 07:45

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