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Fake Existence

A mass of string like Objects, spun around in clumps Colors washed through each worn piece Dyed to match other Parts that congeal together Not meaning to be something
Russell Sivey

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  1. Date: 1/31/2013 7:15:00 PM

    Sounds like the time I washed a rug and all the rubber backing fell off! Very interesting.

  1. Date: 1/31/2013 1:56:00 PM

    Dear Russell, A riddle that needs to be interpreted, a picture of many situations in one. Real and deep! Beautiful!

  1. Date: 1/31/2013 10:34:00 AM

    My mind wonders what this object is...hmmmm?? Curious !!

  1. Date: 1/31/2013 9:42:00 AM

    Very unique theme you penned here Russell. I love it!! Have a wonderful day. Hugs and luv, Gail