Imagine a picture of empty cardboard boxes and a calendar with only 4 weeks left and a big circle in red sharpie around April 26. Yep, I'm moving. My poem this whole month, National Poetry Month, would read like the thought bubbles in a Cathy cartoon. AGH! AGH!!! AGH!!!!
See you in May, with more giveaways, picking back up with 12x12, and some mopey postcards.
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Remember that family who lived in a boat run aground and capsized by the
creamy dunes where the plovers nest? Sea, sun, storm, and firmament kept
their min...
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