Ghosted glimpses at the totem trooper once lifted through transparent threshold dialogue at hand whispering winds beyond above in solo unison beneath the totality of height in echo calling walls calling your name, the name, the will of the winds that blow... the key of letting go... a notion through passing the window and the door, back to the fountain and the midst on the shore. Greg--Have a wonderous day...
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Sara Deutsch 23 Aug 2006
Exquisite image, Gregory...I love the contrast in this one...Emily Reed 31 Jul 2006
Wonderful design and textures!Anne Vis 31 Jul 2006
Precious, George!