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The words can barely skim the page. They dance, snowflakes spinning. Flurries of phrases, tossed by breezes. Pile into drifts of manuscripts. Lost, wandering in white out. Each word spoken, whipped away. From frozen lips, barely speaking. Sound torn by gale forces. But are buried in deepest white. I take up the white out.

On March 13, 2017 by Solomon205. I once had a dream of galaxies beams. The rays bathe me with solar cosmic realms. Guiding me a Lucrosa to the warmth of the moon. And there I buried myself. Embracing the warmth she shone on me. It felt sublime and I never wanted to leave. She dazzled me with her glow. Then I was abruptly booted. And found I could survive.

Happy, Joyous and Free! Life, Recovery and Happy Destiny! Artist Block and Saving the World! December 28, 2016. I belong to several artist and writer groups on Facebook. The purpose of these groups is to share, our work and give each other positive feedback on our work. Also we share ideas and in some groups we even have prompts, challenges. I am a member of many these groups and I have benefited from these groups in many ways. What are some of things you do to get back in the groove? December 21, 2016.