Vein of My Existence

Sun shoots through stark naked branches.The criss-crossed shadows explode below like swollen and varicosed veins painting the road.The path ahead of me is bloodshot at best.
by Anne Cunnigham

Monday, August 9, 2010

Jan Jones Shamanic Bridger

Jan Jones Shamanic Bridger
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