lone weed
It was at a red light at dusk that I saw the patch of
freshly-mowed grass and a single dandelion stretching
its head out above the expanse of green.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
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This blog is where I track my progress on a type of art journal. Each day I will create a new piece based on my life: something I read, heard, saw, or experienced.
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