When Winston Met Sparks – Finale
Winston looked at the puppy, who was already staring at him. His little nub of a tail began to wag as if he knew something good was going to happen. What’s his name?”…Winston asked. “Doesn’t have one yet” the man …
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Young Art, Old Art, Rushed Art
My art is as eclectic as my old self is. Every day is a new day (and a blessing). I never studied anywhere. I took a couple of short classes but, usually ended up frustrated with myself because whatever I …