(Worth the price of admission...I'm even smiling!!)
The first half, up until the bridge part, I had a mind-background to read against of the washed wash blue wash and black line door smudge of Motherwells' 'Platos Cave.'
Then my wet ankles and shoes full of sand. (That's to be quite a bridge!) If I were me, Id crossed eyes, I'd cross it to another side.
Damn the critics. Ambon's not dying! I had with him tea in front of Robert's painting in my mid-mind's why.
I'm a young dinosaur w/ retractable laws and a milk-shaped violin.
(how you doing, A.?