the peaks have fallen to
the underworld of the
dying bones crawl from
the fire to greet the
smiling clowns of
vice and the music
falls from the trees
to the roots of the
children who run from
the ponies of pale
mothers
the peaks have fallen to
the underworld of the
dying bones crawl from
the fire to greet the
smiling clowns of
vice and the music
falls from the trees
to the roots of the
children who run from
the ponies of pale
mothers
It’s impressive how you painted the four Ananias in such different colors. Really enjoyed reading them all! 🙂
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thank you, Sonya. the four teeny scenarios were loosely based on the Biblical Ananais and Saul story. a few years back i was at different places around the city and i would notice how random people would caution others to be careful or point out a potential dangerous situation. it was good for my spirit to see that the goodness of humanity is still among us. thanks for reading and your encouraging words 🙂
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