little self, in the way of the Self. little self playing in the sand of life, a pail, a shovel, water, create,create, play and you might ,by chance , find your way. walking and dancing and painting and loving and pondering and laughing. by chance, might you find the way.
the dancer leaps in the air. all that he has worked at , the plies, the stretches, the brushes of his feet, the lifting of his limbs, the jumps, the steps in combination, that he dances across the floor....sweat, and effort, and voila.....he can leap in the air.her face appeared on my brush and reached the canvas. it just did.
a sign for ed.
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