Time v.2.

Are we but a body?

Chara Sands – The Miniature Desert of Siberia.

A poem.

Looking back…. remembering…. sweet poetry.

When you grow up in a desert, the slightest hint of rain is uplifting.

POEM.

I have always loved Egypt and truly hope to travel there someday.

I wrote this poem about a picture that my mother drew when she was in high school.

POEM.