I find that this grief is less defined as it was when it was a dark mass that demanded my attention. It seems more like a series of rainy days and sometimes rumbling thunderstorms.
Rainy Days
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A life-long multidisciplinary artist living and working in the Greater Phoenix area. View more posts
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