I paint an animal and motion for the first time. When I was shaping its snout, I felt my own head transform into a buffalo head. Just for one second. The creative process is weird.
"May heaven be filled / with literate men / and may they bed you / with respect"
Writer, Farmer, Teacher
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Author: Words From An Unlikely Poet and the follow up, Further Thoughts.
Eternally, a Work in Progress