We leave them in everything we do. Because of them our individuality shines through. How one captures a face just so, in exquisite style and taste. There is always a trace of you left behind. In brush, pen, coal, or clay, and in music too. Don't you see it? Don't you see you? Others can too. Words put on paper, the way they do rhyme. The simple phrasing of the line, caught here in time. Some can lay their fingers on strings or keys. We all hear the loving way they can play these. Those who do act in scenes, seem to have the sense That they are living out their dreams. So to me, it does seem, we all do leave Our gentile touch on these things we left behind.
Reason for writing:
For the loving artist in us all who need the comfort of a shawl.
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