From North Beach

Some things change before we notice, and others sneak by under our noses, but Time, a slow train runnin’ creeps up like quicksand.

Freelance Artist, Writer, Teacher, Mad Poet Philosopher, Dreamer of Pictures, Teller of Tales, Singer of Songs

October 26, 2015

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