Reflection of the Sun on Well Oiled Skin...
I splashed in the rheumy river,
ice cold mud,
dripped from my 10 day dreads,
ant trails down my arms,
fell in dirty little drip castles on the banks of the Suwannee....
And in the dappled light,
the natural sunset danced to the music
in quiet strobes
I saw a thousand things...
Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2011
Much thanks to all who journeyed with us on the Peace Ride, to all who made the music, to all who felt the Love.... I had to do it, last pic is our little tent city:)
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