Sculptures,
living and strong.
Bare
Open
Naked
Ready for the rigors of winter.
Twisted,
Gnarled,
Reaching Beyond the Earth.
A sign from the grave of winter,
The sculptures will bud.
This blog is about beads, people who make beads, my life, my dog, my friends.
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