and what if we sent
an "ark" into space
how would we treat
this brand
new place
would we take our
animals two by two
then kill them one
by
one,
because that is what
humans do
will we alter the surface
of our
new home
then when this one
crumbles,
where will we roam?”
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.
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