Every single thing here is an attempt to bottle up sunbeams to keep us warm during cold months, in an effort to store rain showers to quench our parched souls, in a struggle to send smoke signals, in juxtaposing somber hues and vibrant colors to create a seamless memory, in making a connection, and with the intention of reducing certain degrees of separation.
Warmth,
Maureen
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