She arrives at a cottage surrounded by pine trees that smells like chimney smoke. She does not consider intention’s involvement with this destination. A dusty window reveals a near empty room. There is a stool, a bench, a basket and a bookshelf. Initially she does not enter. Clara strolls the perimeter of the small stone…
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serialized. one of seven.
They say the answer comes naturally if you ask when you sleep. Not before. Not after. During. She regains focus with a name on her lips. Wrapped in lace. It is something uncommon. Something she wants to speak without knowing to who. No conception. The viridescent realm of her barefoot travel was scented with young…
French night. deadly feature.
Last night I attended a French gala at the residence of the wildly talented and most stunning Jessica Tremp. Related posts: allen stone. a favorite, best night. city. deadly nomination. disappearing. French Stilletos SoleGC, a crew of Artists, a night for Writers
no really. our cult’s the most talented.
I’m pretty spoiled with bragging rights. I’m blessed with the incredible fortune of being surrounded by sickly talented humans with a spectrum of creative skills. For example… Related posts: admiring art and beauty floating through transition French night. deadly feature. gretchen new york city
inspiration
Inspiration is like crack rock to Artists. I personally think it gets worse as I age. I begin to overflow with angst if too long passes in between my treasured moments of sanity when I feel inspired. The rest of the time in between is… well… just that. Time in between. Today was very fabulous…
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