Debora Alanna:
Looking both ways
Debora Alanna:
Layers of Memory
Debora Alanna:
Processing
Debora Alanna:
Remembering that there were fish in the sea when the last fish dies
Debora Alanna:
Once boysenberry icecream
Debora Alanna:
Synapses
Debora Alanna:
Peek-a-boo... I do not see you
Debora Alanna:
Roses were red and now they are blue
Debora Alanna:
Butterflys are not free - Tick Tock
Debora Alanna:
Something is a-foul
Debora Alanna:
The ewe remains