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As one of the ladies in the gallery where I work applied my makeup I began to slowly let go of my sense of who I should be. By the time I entered the gallery... More »
Ron
"Are we in for a surprise? The future is like magic. It wears no robes or veils but arrives naked, tossing its surprises to the right and the left. How does it arrive? It... More »
Ron
It's the first bite of that apple The last of that pear Or somewhere in between When the arc of that seed Leaving your mouth Nestles into the earth.
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