Behind the fencean artist lives
in the fields
and trees
and sky.
Each morning,
new light
feeds me,
feeds me,
His work never ceases...
to amaze me.
Thank you, my friend.
Peace. Love, Linda
We're not alone but entwined as branches of a greater vine. As we share the written word, we visit a warm place and serve each other well. Linda Oliverio
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