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Aug 2013
When I draw, or write for that matter,
I go into a daze.
Almost like unwilling meditation.
I don't see my own work until it is done
Except for few occasions.

I drew us today.
Or at least the feeling I get
When were together
And you touch me,
Hold me,
Kiss me.

It's almost a portrait.
The girl has wings
And toe shoes.
She dances atop floating ribbons
Which flare to form a heart.

Her head is an eye.
Representing my clarity
And freedom when I see you.
When I see only you.

And She is my masterpiece.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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   Nat Lipstadt, --- and ---
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