Chickadee shadows
flit across the white wall by
grey branches shatteredA small motor whir
hopping from small twig to twig
chickadee calling.The cold doesn’t stop
the call of the chickadees
nor my listening.
Mary Beth Frezon, January 15, 2012
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My mother said to me, “If you become a soldier you’ll be a general; if you become a monk you’ll end up as the Pope.” Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.
— Pablo PicassoThe Cat Cam
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