Ghosts of us....

[raincry]

I remember multi-colored construction paper, crayons, pencils, glue sticks and scissors. I remember sitting indian style on the floor for hours with these things spread out like a forest floor in fall surrounding me. There was no harsh judgments on our art work..they were all masterpieces in our minds. The prejudices of years had not taught us to

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[evilgrins]

*hugz*

[castaside]

You are the masterpiece. Anything you create is just an extension of that.
Love you.

guess what today is?

[evilgrins]

Have a happy!