She was afraid of certain types of shadow- Big gloomy bad shadowy scenes of social reality- never, her own. Perhaps she should have known long ago to run rather than embrace the figure? Nah... that is where the momentary good art came from... that is how she would heal! Accepting all parts of her person. Swimming only a lap in the shadow to exorcise. Or so she hoped and lived to heal.
-My Thoughts As Typed











