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the chimneys teeter held semi-erect like a “mommy helped” gingerbread decoration balanced on a black canvas artfully decorated by Jonathan Livingston Picasso wannabes the miniature cityscape of a rusted AC left to die among more modern towers stand nonchalant the canvas frosting tops a fine cakework of masonry its valor and pride long since diluted betwixt pretenders – more modern masons who knew neither pride nor patience yet the carefully splayed art laid by proud callused hands still to my eyes the same as it was to the pointed finger of his bride a nights rest well earned as its relief blossoms in the sun’s setting. a gull peers below as patrons never looking up escape with proof of their existence

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Date: 9/12/2018 7:43:00 PM
nice bits and pieces create quite the collage, enjoyed it.
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Date: 8/25/2018 10:43:00 AM
An abstract I cannot comprehend but like, a lot: I suppose to be taken in like a painting, loving Johnathan Livingston & Picasso... my open mind swirling. I have no idea what the title means either.
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Craig Cornish
Date: 8/29/2018 1:29:00 PM
Love it Maureen
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Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 8/25/2018 10:46:00 PM
And now like a hard candy melting on my tongue! A courier birding for years, i did a run of 3D paintings of elaborate old rooflines lined with pigeons. Your was muse speaking directly to mine ;p
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Craig Cornish
Date: 8/25/2018 8:38:00 PM
LOL yes, the voluptuous ambiguity. This weekend we stayed in a hotel overlooking Portland Me. harbor and looked down upon a 19th century building long since repurposed. The name on the front was my title yet they sold T shirts and other kitsch stuff, but the building was special. I really love old buildings and never stop looking up in old cities. This had a flat roof where seagulls would hang out and I couldn't help but think of its history and the mason that built it.

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