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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
The Finish Line
The Finish Line
breathless at last/ happy to have left a few poems behind the finish line
this was left after cutting away from a five minute Ari's (non-stop) writing jam exercise with all of the rest of the page and a half left to the wind...
this was left after cutting away from a five minute Ari's (non-stop) writing jam exercise with all of the rest of the page and a half left to the wind...
ReplyDeleteThat one, I'd love to see graphically! Any chance of that? (digital camera? that is if there is something to photograph!
ReplyDelete:-) thanks *J*