Words cannot express or define the emotions this season. . . cool crisp morning air, the scent of woods and earth, and burning leaves, red cheeks, first infatuations... incites, in me.
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- Alijah Fitt
- Boothbay Harbor Maine, US, Bangladesh
- Current student of Saint Mary of the Woods College, Master of Art Therapy program,Hypnotherapist,Hair Stylist, Mother. . . author of;You Knew Everything, the Day You Were Born (available on Amazon). Sometimes I try to write other times I do, it's hit or miss really.
Addictive Sites
Lovely Links
- Area of Design
- Art Supplies at Jerry’s Artarama
- Blackout Makeout(Avi and friends' band)
- Blind Artist, Lisa Fittipaldi
- Cost of War
- Daily Mandala
- Dust Art
- Earth Album
- Elephant Paint
- Eye of the Needle Art
- Free Hugs
- Free Rice
- Mark Jenkins, tape Sculpture
- MERU
- Psi Cafe
- Sand Sculpture
- September McGee
- Street Monsters
- The Living Camera
- Which Tarot Card Are You ?-test
- Word Imperfect
Myths dreams Symbols
http://www.mythsdreamssymbols.com/dreamforumdictionaries.html
You Knew Everything; The day You Were Born
4 comments:
Lovely picture -- not to mention, the season.
Simply gorgeous. Enjoy.
The leaves
never do it
for me - I
grew up under eleven acres
of branches
; spent three
solid months
raking raking.
Is beautiful work?
And could get maybe four
jumps into
the end of the pile
before
it
burned up. Blew
away to nothing but
grey on the grey
gravel.
It must be nice down there in mid-Virginny.
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