It’s weird that I find myself longing for something to happen that hasn’t happened in over forty years. To just walk, dance and laugh down a hot West Texas sidewalk on a summer afternoon with my best friend.
Longing
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A life-long multidisciplinary artist living and working in the Greater Phoenix area. View more posts
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