The turn for home has always been a
special time. Our work is done, the plan
played out and we turn weary bones and body toward home. Such is this morning as I sit quietly in our
old fashioned room, hand made quilts and fringe lined lamps and pause for the awakening
of my beloved. My heart is already gone
while I wait on Your sun and my lover to arise so that my bent frame can go
home.
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| My installation piece entitled No More Walks In The Wood compressed paper and video at IWU in Marion IN |
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