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Nov 27, 2012 14:01:17 GMT -6
Post by Brigid Briton on Nov 27, 2012 14:01:17 GMT -6
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Nov 27, 2012 20:34:29 GMT -6
Post by diannet on Nov 27, 2012 20:34:29 GMT -6
Hi Brigid, wow, his art is so intricate, and had such movement, amazing. I guess you never know where you will find comfort or what will allow you to connect once more. Nice story.
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Nov 27, 2012 23:12:15 GMT -6
Post by lavenderblu on Nov 27, 2012 23:12:15 GMT -6
His work was awesome. Thank you for sharing that with us. Salt. Interesting. )
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Nov 28, 2012 20:29:52 GMT -6
Post by diannet on Nov 28, 2012 20:29:52 GMT -6
On occasion through the mist it would appear each dark tower a spectre a facade of broken windows looking over the salt marshes that had collected the tears of long ago leaving empty spaces where jagged pieces of glass left angry barbs desolate it stands sea mists its only comfort where within its walls whispered secrets echo for only the wind to hear
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Nov 28, 2012 20:47:49 GMT -6
Post by SweetSilverBird on Nov 28, 2012 20:47:49 GMT -6
Wow, Diannet, when you write, desolate, you write it so well, you can hear the whistling wind and imagine the starkness. I think you met Brigid's challenge really well. Now, if I could only find my muse....
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Nov 29, 2012 11:17:52 GMT -6
Post by Brigid Briton on Nov 29, 2012 11:17:52 GMT -6
Wow, Dianne, awesome response. I'm still trying to come up with my own salty creation...
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Nov 30, 2012 10:46:17 GMT -6
Post by Brigid Briton on Nov 30, 2012 10:46:17 GMT -6
OK, after mulling over this difficult challenge (who ever thought of it anyway?) here's what I came up with:
His art like life is intricate every grain of salt painstakingly put in place part of a creation as ephemeral and unforgettable as his sister.
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Nov 30, 2012 20:53:59 GMT -6
Post by diannet on Nov 30, 2012 20:53:59 GMT -6
Just lovely Brigid, sums him up beautifully.
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