![]() ![]() The light was failing now, but only by degrees-the upper room I called Little Pink held light for a long time-and there was more than enough to admire the details my difital camera took exquisite close-ups. Looking at it, my phantom right arm began to itch, I clamped my yellow pencil between my teeth, bent over, picked up the sophora photo, and studied it. My eye happened on a close-up of a sophora necklace. There were twenty or thirty photo printouts scattered arund the feet of my easel. There was aloe vera sea lavender with its bursts of tiny yellow flowers (each possessing a tiny heart of deepest violet) inkberry with its long spade-shaped leaves and my favorite, sophora, which Common Plants of the Florida Coast also identified as necklace-bush, for the tiny podlike necklaces that grow on its branches. ".By then I was on my second box of colored pencils.and I had a third waiting in the wings. ![]() However, this part that I am going to quote is probably NOT what Heather was talking about, but, I can see It / Her coming (BECOMING). ![]() I had a feeling that she came across something that I have been going on about for a while now. I was told by Heather that I MUST read this book very soon. I'm not quite finished with this one yet, but, I came across something the other night that struck the Heart. ![]()
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