Debora Alanna:
Memory of a conversation
Debora Alanna:
Getting to the root of the matter
Debora Alanna:
Articulating the shadow
Debora Alanna:
The upside of ennui
Debora Alanna:
Grasping the power
Debora Alanna:
Some days there is no middle ground
Debora Alanna:
Transversing
Debora Alanna:
A day's emotional tapestry
Debora Alanna:
Seeing through the dream
Debora Alanna:
I am the mirror
Debora Alanna:
Bird in the hand - hand in a bush - two of a feather - feather leaves one breathless
Debora Alanna:
Let us not be too literal
Debora Alanna:
Dissecting a thought to find the point
Debora Alanna:
Memory of reaching
Debora Alanna:
Processing
Debora Alanna:
Peek-a-boo... I do not see you
Debora Alanna:
Butterflys are not free - Tick Tock
Debora Alanna:
Remembering that there were fish in the sea when the last fish dies
Debora Alanna:
Roses were red and now they are blue
Debora Alanna:
Layers of Memory
Debora Alanna:
The ewe remains
Debora Alanna:
Synapses
Debora Alanna:
Looking both ways
Debora Alanna:
Something is a-foul
