March 16, 2016

Evening melts

The Swale rushes from a broken ale cask I imagine, way out beyond the lead mines and a million rope swings.   Dangles into the country like a rosary from the knuckles of the town.   It’s …

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About Jane Bled

Human. Happy in my solitude. Free speech; unencumbered by expectations. Awakening. My purpose: to exhibit my art. Thank you for browsing my gallery. Fakes: stay away. Namaste.