Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I felt as if I were reading a poem that I had discovered in a long forgotten book in a small private library in a house along the northwest coastline (perhaps Oregon or Washington)...there's a fog rolling in, a gentle cooling rain had just fallen a half an hour ago, and there is a haunting silence that nourishes oneself - a re-connection to the five senses that stimulates the creative instinct...the longing for another to share what I have just read...but I must project that to my loved one three nights away.

ahh...such is emotion...sweet, sweet emotion

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Cecil B. Lee

when something is so special, you want to share it....

Sweet

Nice. I've been to such a room-- a library in the woods overlooking a beach on Orcas Island... No fog or rain though. Not that day ...