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OUR CONTINUED SEARCH FOR COMPLEMNTARY FASHION  Look at what we have become Daily customs worn thin Woven threads of irrelevance Best seen in its darkness Manmade chatter begs for the bright We must each sift through our own rubble. Time pressed in slides, flops and drives Muting the madness of our crumbled wings But why, when true flight overlooks lies of every age As nature's patterns may keep like a cape Risen by an air void of weight |
THE MURMURING OF MISSING PIECES News or no news. Ponderings and acceptances. Fresh starts, revelations, and beauty. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 PAST POSTS (Selected) Anatomy of an idea Tea Takes Time Speak To Me, Speak For Me In Progress Project Art Out Of This World Course Of Action Course of action |
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Lee Tracy |