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Windows Are Rolled Down
Last night I was driving back from work. I enjoy my shift, starting at 3:30 and getting off at 11:30. I never have to sit frustrated in bumper to bumper traffic. Especially when I get off and midnight is approaching, it is a different world. I roll my windows down. This, my soundtrack: The lights Continue reading
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Art Is Home
notes build like bricks to create structures to be filled with souls who find home there words mix like swirling colors in paint cans making drab and old weathered browns new blush reds and starry-eyed blues we live inside art because we need to know our slight hope of excruciating beauty really means something that Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 