Spending time with friends. Been building a stone fence for years.

I spent most of my time in my bookshop but stay in touch with nature. Once a week I enter every business in town and talk to the people. I live in the marshes outside of Savannah. My glass is full.

A séance with fools in the shows of deceit worn.

Deep the depth of eternity.

Funny in tweed dark suit.

Cellos are for weeping willows.

Silence is the spoken breath.

Dark clouds, summer storms, or weeping?

I think its a glitch. It happens to me also, at times.

Over the horizon, there is an eternity of forever Spring.

Bones of today are tomorrow's dinosaurs wrapped in a cave.

Many people think they know me by what I doodle. But! my words come to me out of thin air. I wish more people would write and take advantage of SS.

With the camaraderie moon's glow sweet scent of inspiration flow.

I am. I am...I hope so.

misty rain

She was gone before the dawn awoke before the cry.

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Purely for the enjoyment and the sounds of words.

Carmel latte

Meatloaf and mashed potatoes

Caravan-Van Morrison

BBQ ribs

A basketball game.

A frown is a smile upside down depending on view.