Monday, March 23, 2009


Thinking of an old old song: I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me
I know my way is rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me
Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleepI’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home
[Sketching patterns and symbols buried in ornament...]

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