I recall all the pieces of you that made me smile on a cold and gloomy day. Oh, my.
Orpheus rises steadily from the Underworld -- what greater challenge than this?
Faces From Before
The sorceress weeps over loss, of power, of strength, of all that was unharnessed before...
Glorious swirls, the threads of my being - my life - are in perfect view!
Icy treasures cannot hide the hints of Spring in the first dandelion.
Can all the secrets of the Universe be held in two such vessels, so exquisitely small?