inspired by Maya Angelou's poem. excerpt: "...with the certainty of tides, just like hopes springing high...out of the huts of history's shame, I rise. Up from a past that's rooted in pain, I rise. I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, welling and swelling I bear in the tide. ..bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise. I rise. I rise. Love you Ms. Angelou
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Sharon Gonzalez 21 Jun 2008
Absolutely gorgeous, Lyle!Emily Reed 19 Jun 2008
So great!!!!!!! Fantastic!