PHOTOGRAPHY: Pete Nilsen, couch

PHOTOGRAPHY: Jason Ervin, Dance

POETRY: Rebecca Gossard - Poem 2

A single drop of water falls
Dripping off a orange leaf
Falling down, forming dew

A single drop of water falls
Dripping from a brown eye
Falling down, forming dew

A single word echoes
Off the pages of a book
Shaping hearts, changing dreams

A single word echoes
From the mouth of those who hate
Shaping hearts, changing dreams

A single hand molds
The clay beneath the fingers
Creating something beautiful

A single hand molds
Those made in His image
Creating something beautiful

POETRY: Rebecca Gossard - Poem 1

The first morning frost bids you a hello
It welcomes you in with its airy words
Come come its whispers come bring me your hopes
I'll take them and share them never use and abuse
I'll be back each morning, remember them then
You won't miss them a bit, I  promise you that
Don't listen cry out the flowers
       He'll take all your dreams
       He'll twist and he'll turn them
       You'll be unable grow
Oh hush yells the frost - flowers are foolish
They wilt and they wither
I the morning frost stay and stay with much vigor

BRI DEANE: Ocean Grove

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BRI DEANE: Old golfing range, shack, and allaire state park

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BRI DEANE: Two days before demolition

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