I turned the cardboard package of yesterday's painting- with razor knives and black paint-into a landscape of dark woods. My heart feels in a dark forest... It dangles inside, decorated with sequins, colored rocks, and a cluster of red hearts... with wolves at the edges, a white dove flies overhead. I know I am not alone. Like most of my soul this has no price on it. It has to be given away...
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