Elegy With Sarong 1

Her paintings of sarongs I'm going to see will be there for two months, I think, at Lake Of The Clouds Arts. I heard this in the news: Layers died last week. Native Brown Bear got studied thoroughly. It has been exonerated. The Killer Brown has been exonerated, according to the news. According to some searching I find out the layers are just mist... Paintings by the girl are hung around the den. Her mother uses it as the favorite of my wrongs. She paints bears and she is a rising Mars. The mother brown bear ate spoiled food we had. We left that food out in saran wrap. I am unwrapping in the layers of mist unrolling in the folds of rayon. The girl's mother hated that sarong that people on the lake gave to the young artist before the lake died. And no one denies giving her the sarong and her paintings of bears and of sarongs are with her at the opening at the Lake Arts tonight...