Spaces, Places
and the passage of time
These trees sweep by my
window pane of the train like
frames of a lost film.
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Ellen Stedfeld
Visual artist & writer immersed in drawing, illustration, and creative experiments @EllesaurArts.com
Community arts in NYC/LIC Queens and online, NaNoWriMo "The Ellesaur"
Love participating in challenges to motivate new work!
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I love this!