It was the Red Scarf that begged for my attention. She is never without as she sways back and forth during interpretation, never without. She is an image in my mind I see during the fall of a dream, an image walking toward the door; swaying, enticing, holding a red scarf around her seamless neck with … Continue reading The Red Scarf
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