Small monkeys lash their tails,
watch with sharp round eyes
as I walk through the temple.
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March 5, 2008 at 10:10 pm
I just thought about looking you up, and here you are, working away.
Is this a new painting? Nice, I don’t remember it.
Isn’t Spring being beautiful?
March 9, 2008 at 9:59 am
Spring is being beautiful. The mustard is showing off.