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May 04, 2014


Dick Jones

There's a fine chanting rhythm to this that underpins the atmosphere of angst perfectly.


Sounds like a plan at the end... :-)


the design and repetition send me soaring skyward with the sense of beating wings.
thanks for your kind comments on my piece.


A lot of pondering in the lines..filled with some inner turmoil..interesting

CC Champagne

This really sticks! Excellent!

Carrie Van Horn

So thought p rovoking and cleverly done. Love this Julie!

Tess Kincaid

Always a pleasure, Julie...

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