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By Cyan Date: 2002 Sep 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.05.13.01.3166]] |
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Through wind blown curtains I see them in the wall, crystal clear against a bright blue sky. I see what could have been in the open fields -upon the land I've grown to love. City life with all it's wonders: theater, muesuems, galleries, concerts, opera. Things I once loved that captured my spirit and danced with it all night. On country roads I see them, right up to my face as I look at God's painting and dream dreams- the man, the life, the place, if not here, if not with you,if not this way. I wonder if I'd stare out into space with him or would I pull down the curtains and be content. |