The Drowned Girl Drowned by the moonlight embrace the tides that kill pride Love-a liquid grave Fade, 10/9/13
Beauty, like Art, is where you find it. Or- Where you pull it from the Nether. "Finding" it suggests a lack of effort, unfortunately- But- Like all worthy endeavors- Pulling art from the Nether- is a labor- whose reward is endless. You love me, for my endless audacity in never failing to attempt to pull it forth. And I love you- for your endless appreciation for the effort of the art itself. AND- even more so for your endless comprehension. You are amongst a handful of worthies among my FB friends. I won't stoop to tagging them. They Know who they are.