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Please allow the dust to settle and paint to dry. This is a work in progress.

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Stacey Renberg


Artists are those who see rainbows in a world of black and white.

They take their hands beneath the stars of the painter’s hour and grasp at the fabrics of the cosmos and surreal, reaching, praying, crying with each clasp that they may be blessed with the sight of Music in an Angel’s wings. 70 more words

Dust is not a constant. There’s not a fixed quantity that has always been the same. Conscious beings make Dust—they renew it all the time, by thinking and feeling and reflecting, by gaining wisdom and passing it on.

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When I’ve done with cracking my ribs

To show you just what they hide

The cobwebs scatter on the floor

And you’re a little disgusted… 52 more words


Lent 42: Tuesday of Holy Week

Yet dust we are we cannot stay

awake and pray (the flesh is weak)

and dust we are we walk away

and hide ourselves in dull deceit. 42 more words


Time for Spring Cleaning!

The snow starts melting away, the days start getting longer, the sun shines brighter, and the air smells crisp and clean. Spring is when everything goes from white and grey to green and yellow, it is a time of rebirth, rejuvenation, and regrowth. 845 more words