threads of the spiderwoman

    All those years forgetting how everything has its own voice to make  itself heard. All those years forgetting how easily you can belong ...

  `   All those years forgetting how everything has its own voice to make  itself heard. All those years forgetting how easily you can belon...

` On my way to and from  Los Angeles where I do a festival, in the very middle of the California desert between Blythe and Indio,  is ...

Found in my photo files and never before shared.  A gas station Oasis in the middle of nowhere, on route to the desert town of Needles, Cali...