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...
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