Was he a bust dreaming he was a man,
or just a man that was blue.
He was beginning to see things in a new way.
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Welcome to my original blog - this place has no expectations except "overspills" hopefully some occasional good medicine and a few unattached glimpses. - Lonnie
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- Tin Man in the Mirror
- Right Ladder, Wrong Wall
- He could see the whole compound from the tree
- Illustrations from a cancelled book
- As she looked in the mirror...
- Saturday's Mental Vacation
- Paper Fashion Show 7 Last Night
- Had dinner with Bob & Linda last night
- Talked to Paulo today
- Spring
- Functional Magic
- Happy St. Patrick's Day!
- He stood up, grew wings, and left the meeting
- A Scene in Two Tales
- Thank You, Thank You...Both of you.
- Observations Sunday Morning from the Tea House
- The River is Green
- You could tell they were from out of town
- Off to a windy city, Wish me luck...
- From Terry's Collection
- The messenger arrived and the council was agasp
- Stand Tall, its Monday
- She took some of my drawings with her. The adventu...
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