There are in our existence Spots of time,. . . our minds Are nourished and invisibly repaired; . . . That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrman
Kathy Crider gave me a CD of a whole bunch of pictures from the past couple of years. Here's a favorite from last fall's CHAOS Theater.
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