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| STAMPSCAPES® IS HERE | Escape from the real world and enter a rubbery retreat. Create your own landscapes using . . . |
| STAMPSCAPES® | Enter the world of the interchangeable elements from nature. Combined with their siblings create seamless scenes like . . . |
| TAKE A FLYING LEAP | A leap from a ledge began a breathtaking journey down to the valley floor. A full moon that night gave off just enough light to illuminate my way and . . . |
| I DREAMT OF TALL SEQUOIAS | She would come to my bedside to comfort me with tender words when my fears of the dark and its nocturnal demons prohibited possibilities of a pleasant night's slumber. Upon warm reflections her gentle voice would . . . |
| GET AWAY FROM IT ALL | The rigors of daily life had distanced us. We had forgotten how to communicate, how to relate, to take time for the important things in life, to share, to love . . . |
| TAKE A SOLITARY HIKE | It's here in my solitude that I'm able to clear my head of distractions and reflect on my life. It's here in nature's openness that I ask myself if I'm . . . |
| LIGHTEN UP | Morning's mist reminds me of days long since past. We would lay in the tall grass and gaze at passing clouds that formed fanciful, billowing animals scurrying . . . |
| GOING MY WAY? | Funny how different lives can cross paths at different times, for different periods. It became obvious that ours was to be a relatively brief encounter. I didn't regret a single moment that we shared . . . |
| SMELL THE ROSES | Strange how certain people can bring out the different hidden personalities within ourselves. It seemed as though this individual brought out the best in me. My hopes soared . . . |
| DIVE INTO THE TROPICS | Just what the doctor ordered. There's no question about it. This past week has put me back in touch with my senses. The smell of the burning oil lamps on a moonlit beach. The gentle touch of . . . |
| VACATION'S OVER | Don't cry. There was no way anyone could have known about the mountain. It just happened to be it's time, just as this past week was our time. I think your idea to . . . |
| TWILIGHT | The twilight sun was slipping away from me, yet simultaneously racing towards my distant lover. Should I mourn the loss of the sun's rays, or should I cherish the gift of that shining orb to another? |
| STARLIGHT | I've been told that celestial light comes to us from stars long dormant and dead. If this be true, can my soul retrace the stellar pathway, traverse both time and space, and return the star's amber kiss? |
| NIGHTLIGHT | The bending path was bathed in the pale coolness of nightlight. The subdued light would both conceal my travels and point the way to Marianna's waiting embrace. Would she still . . . |
| BANSHEE'S LAMENT TRIPTYCH | The ungodly howl rang throughout the canyon. It was meant as a warning to those who would willingly disturb the. . . |
| ESCAPE TO STAMPSCAPES | The flourescent glare of my office desklamp felt like a million daggers entering my eyes. Overtime again. The job was rapidly sucking life's essence from me; only yesterday I was 30, is there still time?. . . |
| INDIGO NIGHT | Let's take a stroll in the brisk air of the night. The time when the gentle swaying grasses of the day lie still under a crystalline frost. We'll walk past the . . . |
| RADIANT WHISPER | Something special in the light of the turning sky. Something about a gentle light that . . . |
| STARS, SUN, AND VISTA | A whispering light is what I remember of those nights at the point. Wondering what secrets lay within . . . |
| BENEATH THE SURFACE | The ripples sounding in my heart matched the water ripples created by my movements in the emerald pool. This pool was truly a pool of introspection, capable of . . . |
| UNBROKEN LINE | Perfectly she glides across the floor ~an unbroken line. Always is the timing so . . . |
| LIGHT & MIST | Our beloved brook was overextended. The rain totals raced up to record highs. It could have cried. Instead it chose to . . . |
| ABSOLUTELY | Nothing will ever take those memories away from me. Do it all over again you ask? Absolutely. . . . |
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