-The words of little children while they play.
-Twilight as it sets the stage for the moon to grow large.
–The color pink in the evening sky!
-Tumbled stone walls that remain strong.
-Swans that know their beauty even when they are told they are an ugly duckling.
-The falling leaves of Autumn, and the gray skies over worked-up rice fields.
-Moments of uprooting, challenging perspectives, twisty paths, or when things are against the odds, I find inspiration.
-Empty walls.
-Family and friends belief in me.
Photo: An earring without a partner, haphazardly placed on a torn page from a French book of fairy tales. Only then did I realize the words fleurs (flowers.) The unconscious is a powerful tool.
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