Lines---rhythms created through repetition: heavy and thick, heavy and thick,
now shorter, now lighter, heavy and thick; the form in front of me takes shape. 
The grass begins to grow; my cadence removes me.  I am lost in lines.

Today, I find an eagle feather; a hawk perched on a pole. 
My soul feels light; the birds inspire me, challenge me. 
Their songs bring serenity:  here, I am safe; here, I am at peace.

As a girl, I could get lost in the motion of drawing feathered hair. 
Drawing grasses and feathers takes me to this place in my mind that I love.

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