sweet pink, tart white, green
quenching with each curvy bite
gritty summer pulp
the house so silent
i threw out boxes, boxes
it didn’t feel bad.
sweet pink, tart white, green
quenching with each curvy bite
gritty summer pulp
the house so silent
i threw out boxes, boxes
it didn’t feel bad.
Artists cannot be micro–managed. We can take heart that everything we do is different than the last thing we didor indeed everything that’s ever been done. That knowledge is the key to sound mentoring.
