And I Can't Breathe...Outsider Hippie Woman Artwork
(c) Singleton 2007
SOLD to the Keeper of My Stories
It's quicksand
and
we're running in place,
digging our toes in deeper,
drowning....
And I can't breathe,
There isn't any air...
The quicksand,
wet and thick and
somehow alive,
swallowing our footsteps...
erasing our past...
Making us impossible to find...
Colored Pencils, Markers, Ink and all that hoo-hah on 8 1/2 by 11 cardstock
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7 comments:
I am so glad I found this. Your peace of the world is really cool. And I will be back ,
Sophie
Sophie...I just bopped this one up onto ebay today...she could be yours ;)
sophie...welcome. and always welcome back. peace.
SLB....ILYSVVM
Oooo~ love her...I have room for more~ Actually I need an intervention!!! Love you sweetie~
C- you silly soul sister, if you have room for intervention, you live in the Windsor Mansion! I love, love, love you girl!
Once again, the elements keep our lovers safe. The sand that can kill the unwarry in its trap also hides the passage of bare footed love. Hope you had a Micholob after that one! You deserved it.
eric...you're on it!
Michelob before, during, after!
peace friend....
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