Painters DreamCotton candy clouds swirling behind the silhouette of trees. Night in the distance, blanketing the land in a smooth blackness. The descending sun; a radiant glow behind a mighty mountainous fortress, named for the diamonds hidden in secretPainters Dream
mazes of caverns. Bleeding painted dabs; watercolors of
orange, yellow, pink stroked on the canvas of the endless sky. Fireworks of light before darkness falls. Tropical palette on a summers night. Memories of home.
SandboxOur childhood fun and games are blamed on dad. He thought that sandbox fun would do us good. “When I was young, I wanted one so bad,” he said and built the box with some pine wood. The sand was brought back home in two large sacks. He grabbed them, quickly tearing open each and filled the box, not missing any cracks. We thought our sandbox could be like a beach and dad said, “Beach? It’s like the desert, kids.” “The sand feels good between our toes,” we cried. We began playing games with some cup lids. And dad was happy, smiling big with pride. My sister, Sylv and I had fSandbox
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