kellysauer:
...and a golden pear
kellysauer:
promise ~ i will open
kellysauer:
little pink valentine
kellysauer:
promise ~ warm
kellysauer:
and the wind came through
kellysauer:
sigh of early spring
kellysauer:
little girl feet
kellysauer:
the most beautiful "not quite"
kellysauer:
a little real time vintage
kellysauer:
muddle
kellysauer:
come into the light
kellysauer:
an old favorite
kellysauer:
coconut blur
kellysauer:
she is always pretty in pink
kellysauer:
white
kellysauer:
unself-portrait
kellysauer:
dropped
kellysauer:
she wanted to go out on her own
kellysauer:
she was small beside the ocean, very small...
kellysauer:
they grew in a ditch at the side of the road, unnoticed, unwanted, expecting to be removed, just like too many beautiful, despairing people she had known.
kellysauer:
white lime
kellysauer:
i begin to dance...
kellysauer:
behind the light - some flare for friday
kellysauer:
hope floats - it really does!
kellysauer:
on living incidentally
kellysauer:
gift
kellysauer:
“I have been told and believe it with all of my heart”
kellysauer:
hope... even in the storm...
kellysauer:
“Nothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of things longer.”
kellysauer:
the aster greets us as we pass with her faint smile...