From the Beginning
Wandering through the museum, appraising the creations scattered along the walls, I found myself before the Rothko and everything stopped. Anchored in place, rooted in the moment. That breathtaking...
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Cold and gray this morning. The storm has moved on. I sit at the wall of glass looking into the pine forest that encircles my home along the southern coast. I hear only the sound of the coffee...
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