it rained a lot
in 1966;
the sun didn't shine
much from June to
September.
she weighted
his power
more than
his cowardice
her fear was
never yellow...
A contest entry
- smells like yellow by Cat.
600 points, ended November 4, 2007, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Funny how we gave power more than cowardice, yah? I call that optimism, sometimes i call it blind, and in various instances, I label myself fool for it
Anyway, powerful right, well deserved trophy here, lady
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upon reflection all you can see is the cowardice though.. amazing how perspectives change
the smell of fear.. combined with the theme of yellow (cowardice)
a powerful piece- succinctly presented
well done
elaine.. well done
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thank you
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Great use of the theme of this contest - so many different interpretations in this one - great ending.
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again big sigh..am very proud of you for looking at all this stuff Elaine, it aint easy I know..somehow though it's freeing, the truth, yes the truth is very freeing, I love you so xx
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You took me way back with this one, Elaine... beautiful beautiful... one that lingers.
~ Nicolette
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