Many years ago, I dreamed of Betsy standing under a gingko tree, with the shadows of the leaves on her hair, dress and skin. I even did a painting, but I have no idea where it went (typical of me).
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On a quiet street sat a large light green house with a stone porch & white pillars. The bay windows on either side of the front door were crowned with leaded glass panels. Inside the house lived five extraordinary girls with two remarkable parents. They were American born Irish catholics. Within this house every emotion was to be played out & sometimes carried to the extreme. Let's take a peek inside, shall we...
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oh, enjah...so sweet to see this. i'm pretty sure you gave me the painting but will have to take a look in the basement in my artist's portfolio. it was very stylized, with hints of Modigliani. i kept every portrait people gave me, including a beautiful portrait robyn drew as well. if i find these, and can fit them on the scanner at this computer, would you like me to post them?
yes! thanks botz ...glad to know you have it or at least had it
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