Through the Looking Glass
Dana Larsen

All that glitters isn't gold

Posted Monday, May 12, 2014, at 5:44 PM
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  • Here's to your hippy mother who painted drift wood. I think I would have liked very much. The most beautiful wind chimes I ever saw were in a shop called "Things and Things" in Iowa City, Iowa 1972, where drift wood tied with strands of fishing lines of weathered beach glass tinkled in the breeze of a rotating fan. Your right, weathered beach glass is mysterious and beautiful, each piece filled with someone's romance, sorrow, or meditation like a message in a bottle.

    -- Posted by SisterOthelia on Tue, Nov 25, 2014, at 9:49 PM
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