As the sun’s rays lay lilting like strands of fine honey coloring this land luscious in the prime of spring. Her mind travels through the…
As the sun’s rays lay lilting like strands of fine honey coloring this land luscious in the prime of spring. Her mind travels through the…
I drew him as he stood in the morning light on a stairway to statues crafted from the veins of David. Now I must go…
I was just thinking the other day about labels, putting labels on people, and the problem of labeling. In one of my classes this week,…