...my muse, like all muses, is capricious and willfull. But she has most often spoken to me out of doors, usually in some cool green recess of the woods around my house... she puts these marvelous ideas and visions into my head, and then leaves me to struggle with trying to bring them out of her virtual world into my real one... and it never turns out to be what I saw at first...
...this is called "Gestation", and I dedicate it to my muse....
...dancin'...I think I see myself, somewhere way back in there...about 30 years ago....
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...alien shore
...sunset on the sea of glass
...silent beacon
...summer tree
...skydancer
...the gates of spring
...the swans are flying
...garden bird house
...garden seat
... back to twiga...