Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Clarity

Pity me not. This piece was written over Christmas when we were visiting Dan's family for the holiday. We stayed at his brother's house. On a trip to the powder room, one of the word plaques was broken and sat on the back of the toilet for repair. Love and laugh stayed on the wall, but dream was broken. I couldn't help but explore the opportunity.

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