Lori Witzel's pictures, poems and other souvenirs and artifacts.
"Walking down the paths of the cold parkI remember myself, the one who can wait out anythingSo I caution the dog to go silently, to bear with me the burden of knowing what spins on and on above our heads""Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar." (Isaiah 6:6)Your blog is not a blog. It is a mitzvah.
For a minute there, I thought you'd caught my nose.
The Nocturnal Sky is Filled with Blazing Sunlight--Norris Smith
I'm in love with these car photos. They're so sexual...I mean sensual.
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