I Am An Old Woman

I Am An Old Woman. When I listen to John Pryne’s song, I go somewhere else. A place deep in my being. A road that smells of creosote. A bridge with snakes. A runaway pony, in a ring filled with color. People with cowboy hats and flags and a bingo hall; bowing our heads and being lead in prayer.

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I am an artist, surfer, musician. I travel. I write. Like everyone else - I am a photographer. I am a good photographer. I have a love for peace and humanity. I am a 5th generation Floridian. Raised in Whitehouse/Westside. I am a Peace Seeker through reading, writing and education.

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