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| Leslie Avon Miller, Collage |
The god of dirt
came up to me many times and said
so many wise and delectable things.
came up to me many times and said
so many wise and delectable things.
I lay
on the grass listening
to his dog voice,
crow voice,
frog voice; now,
he said, and now,
on the grass listening
to his dog voice,
crow voice,
frog voice; now,
he said, and now,
and never once mentioned forever
~ Mary Oliver ~
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| Leslie Avon Miller, Collage |
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| Leslie Avon Miller, Collage |
I have been seeking refuge, a sanctuary and retreat.
I find my path by making small art.
Art is my refuge.
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| Leslie Avon Miller, Collage |
Do not let Sunday be taken from you.
If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.
~Albert Schweitzer
Paper, textures, torn edges, small patterns, marks and my thoughts.
These make up the collages
which are my refuge, my Sunday.
My soul is not an orphan.



