She told me that my tongue had been stolen and I needed to get it back.
I knew where my tongue was……………..
It was right in my mouth
where it belonged.
exploring Truth in art.
Blogging from the Upper Peninsula North Woods...
661 true stories from the Southern Gothic heart of one Florida town
Diana R Zimmerman
Artful, Conscious Living with Bipolar Disorder
Woman Of The World
the darker side to sedge808
Too many reincarnations in a single lifetime to trust this one.