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Sculptures by Colleen Madamombe
Sculptures by Colleen Madamombe – Frisco, Texas The Grandmother, by Colleen Madamombe, Zimbabwe Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe
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The Voice Of Perpetual Becoming
“Is a mountain only a huge stone? Is a planet an enormous mountain?” ― Stanisław Lem, Solaris Water and Stones, Dallas, Texas “They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just...
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Someone Stronger Than You
“She didn’t need to understand the meaning of life; it was enough to find someone who did, and then fall asleep in his arms and sleep as a child sleeps, knowing that someone stronger than you is...
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Stone Sculpture on the Riverbank
“Leaving New Orleans also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.” ― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces I was walking along the...
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That Accidental and Unrepeatable Combination of Features
“The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the...
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Take Me Down Little Susie
Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you’re the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my...
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David in Bluestone
“People are so fucking dumb. Nobody reads anymore, nobody goes out and looks and explores the society and culture they were brought up in. People have attention spans of five seconds and as much depth...
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One Hundred Three And One Half
It was in April, but for a second or two as he was coming awake in the strange room and the racket of big and little cousins’ feet down the stairs, he thought of winter, because so often he’d been...
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A Brooding Peace
“In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and...
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Nor Does Lightning Travel In A Straight Line
“Why is geometry often described as “”cold” and “”dry?” One reason lies in its inability to describe the shape of a cloud, a mountain, a coastline, or a tree. Clouds are not spheres, mountains are not...
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