You are a master with the blank canvas, your muse as I view it.

As with the pooch newly arrived, you sit back and take heed, wonder out loud while pondering deeply, then with words in hand, spring into action.

Your prose, its deeply felt messages the end result of what it means to truly live.

Yes, you are a master, keep on, mastering. And thank you. Yes, thank you for the luxury of being in your gallery, roaming from one room to the next, gazing upon the walls, embracing your stokes on the canvas called life. Eric