a horse is akways a poem. This is a real stalli9n from the barn i rode at inn the 70s. His name was Alibi. The name of the place waa Alibi Acres. It was beautiful there.
alien cave painting?
We’re all fragile containers. Full of the fruit of the Spirit.
this will be the last pic and the last post on this:
this is the most important ofvall these imag3s. If you look closely you can see a little image ofva person to the far left drawn in orange.
thats me!!! In the woods. Aftervi had been therevawhile. As i was fading. As the distance grew from mountain ranges in
NorthbAme4ica to mountain ranges in AFRICA TOMTRAVEL ACROOSS TWO 7NIVERSAPES GO TWO GALAXUES TO THE RIGHT…
I do notbwish to share anyth8ng elsevat this time.
Un.Bon.Mot 