
The free lance artist waiting to present the perfect wine and cheese oe person gallery show
Anyone other than the formal relative as yet - n il. I'm sure we've all seen the amazing
works of the decades past and to come. what an imagination .
Like the leisure time sitting around
with the ones we know. The talk
turns to the bizarre.
Like the woman in Paris hit by a taxi
and survives actually met the person and grew to care for her and her family - many years later the
name with beautiful crafted pieces in a catalogue - The insurance claim of mule kick the procedures broken bones face & body and a survivor . the man a veterinarian -actually met grew to know and care for the family. - The phtograph of a child - bright cheerful with the crayon prop a little boy - whispers of the loss of his parents being raised by his grandparents -did not meet oer speak - only whispers of how sad - Crossing a boulevard to ride the public
transportation trip on a circle wire and fell to my hip in the turn lane unhurt rise and catch the
bus the cold of a winter evening. - A woman speaks of her mother of witchcraft wics kidnapping - Another woman speaks of the same - It's like going downhill on I-70E
with no brakes or having the accelerato-r stick at one of those grade its a downhill run-
reachdown keeping your eye on the road grab the thing that sticks out for the accelerator down shift with an automatic D 1 turn the ignition off thanks columbo
- take the first possible access exit turn left at the intersection pull into the filling station
fuel up check under the hood and add brake fluid. Turn on your TV and see disaster of
full radar leveled and your 12hours away. all are ok Conversation abruptly changes as
a bulletin OKC A cup of coffee the morning news the reporter on the street talking of New
York Tour a plane in the sky a street view tall buildings - a plane impact slams into a building
- the camera goes to TODAY a stir or a jolt of routine they bulletin and go to the impact
- I moved to Texas bizarre leave a light on so you don't bump in the night .
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