Choreographed arms dance - gracefully spinning; high on chosen hillside
Scandinavian super-store. Laberynthine; the stuff of nightmares!
Blackbirds quandary; caught twix it's own hunger and the death of a worm
If you haven't quite come to terms with who you are; look at your children
I see 'knife!' You won't cut the meat I want cut; but you will my finger!
The winter Solstice, calling through the darkness to summer's warmth and light
