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Prints of Paint

They say that ghosts leave no footsteps and yet after a night of raucous sounds and terror rising, there was this:


I was painting the floor of our library when I slipped and my feet landed on the wet paint. I skidded with a lack of grace but avoided landing on my butt.  When I exited the room I stood on my kneeling pillow and left this great print.




I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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