Our friend, Louise, writing about a nearby, familiar and favorite spot says it “is so beautiful I think I might disappear: out of life, and into it.” I can’t write anything after that. Here’s a drawing.
2 CommentsOur friend, Louise, writing about a nearby, familiar and favorite spot says it “is so beautiful I think I might disappear: out of life, and into it.” I can’t write anything after that. Here’s a drawing.
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killer eyes, I enjoyed this at ROCO
Aw, hey, that’s so nice. I am dedicating that post to a new friend I met just after that walk. His name is Charles Cote and he is a Rochester poet who also lost a Beloved Son. You can Google his name and poetry.