Category: The Art Corner.
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Father John Misty.
SnapDragon gushes on her love for Father John Misty (and particularly, his album Pure Comedy.) Dude. Have you listened to Father John Misty? He’s my new favorite, yo. His voice is like butter. His lyrics are clever, profound, and at times, even whimsical. When I listen to his albums, I feel like I have known […]
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Coffee with Pablo.
I get overwhelmed. Too much noise. Too much clutter. Too. Many. Books. (gasp!) Come on. You know it’s true! I love love love to read. But how will I possibly have time to read it all, my dear friend? I implore you! news; magazines; fiction; nonfiction; blogs; self-help; parenting. . . Oh my! Yikes! Anyway, […]
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Time.
I’m taking a little time just for me. To breathe in the springtime air. To feel the pain; heartache; the deep, unimaginable sorrow. It is here. I am here. And then, in an instant, we are gone. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and feeler of feelings. Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more […]
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Frosted Glass.
I see you there. Behind the pane of frosted glass. Silent. Fearful. Immobile with uncertainty. You play the part. You play the game. You remain a part of the problem. And I am not. I am not. . . . SnapDragon is a proud heretic. Follow her artistic endeavors and more on Snippets of SnapDragon.
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It’s a Kind of Magic.
Yep, that’s a Queen lyric. And the title of this little old blog post, love. I like to think. Most of the time, anyway. I like to turn off the TV, pour an icy beverage, and close my emerald eyes for a spell. I like to bask in the quiet, and in the ordinary hum […]
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Signs of Life.
A little sun. A little sip. A little sign of life. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, painter, and master Couch Potato. Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more on Snippets of SnapDragon.
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Sometimes.
Wake up, girl. Open the windows, wipe the counters, and make yourself a bagel with savory cream cheese. Yawn in. Yawn out. It’s another day on Planet Earth. . . . Sometimes you wish for a silence so still; sometimes you long for parties and games and loud guffaws. Sometimes you stare into nothing and […]