Cynthia E. Wood:
Metal heart; cold, hard lips
Cynthia E. Wood:
There's something you aren't telling me. I can feel it in my bones.
Cynthia E. Wood:
Plain and simple
Cynthia E. Wood:
Soldier B
Cynthia E. Wood:
Dust to dust
Cynthia E. Wood:
I have not forgotten you, yet
Cynthia E. Wood:
Pixie hanging
Cynthia E. Wood:
Splendor in the grass
Cynthia E. Wood:
The incredible shrinking aqui-ali
Cynthia E. Wood:
The space between
Cynthia E. Wood:
Steady : Level
Cynthia E. Wood:
Picasso kiss
Cynthia E. Wood:
Gaudi was here
Cynthia E. Wood:
Textu[r]al
Cynthia E. Wood:
The endless dream is irreverently mysterious
Cynthia E. Wood:
Le rayon vert
Cynthia E. Wood:
Beached
Cynthia E. Wood:
Hip
Cynthia E. Wood:
Hop
Cynthia E. Wood:
From the hip
Cynthia E. Wood:
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Cynthia E. Wood:
Arrested development
Cynthia E. Wood:
When first they met
Cynthia E. Wood:
The mirror stage
Cynthia E. Wood:
True love
Cynthia E. Wood:
~ ~
Cynthia E. Wood:
Song to the siren