Every winter on the streets of Portland, if you time it just right, you will find polar bears cavorting under the stars. Be careful.
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In the spirit of my friends Olga and Belinda and Elaine and Glenn, I'm throwing my hat into the ring and posting three poems a week AAAAND three photographs a week. They don't have to be good, they just have to be.
And in the spirit of writer Jane Pretto: "The most important part of me isn't clear for me to see I love painting and writing and my gosh! isn't it always a surprise."
It sure is.
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2 comments:
k' the dots match the dots on your blog... I can bear-ly believe it :) brrr
Oh, how lovely, how utterly *lovely*.
Polar bears should cavort. It's what they do best, really :)
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