In the midst of blues, of tentative steps approached,Two events occur, and as so often happen, in their time,
Not really mine.
A friend calls talking of a spectrum wide of issues, says
My voice, I sound stronger, tells of those he loves, how to
Trash stuff, lol!
And I clean my palettes, set paints, bring up images stored
Since last winter, they have been frozen to my soul waiting,
Now to emerge.
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