Hollyr
Strangers are an open book for my imagination. We have no past, only the present condition that brings us together.
Hollyr
There was a young man outside the library pretty engrossed in his laptop, and I did not want to intrude. Along comes a gal on her bike. Well, there is two people not speaking, so... More »
Hollyr
Thank you everybody who has commented so kindly on my self-portrait. I painted it in 1977 and I recently came across it when I was look for the pencil drawing of Lady Hollyr... More »
Hollyr
Marie was surprised to open her eyes to the bright sunlight streaming into her bedroom window. Today was the first day of summer vacation, and her Mother had let her sleep in. But it... More »
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October 2009 
