8:39) Ginny Little 06-JAN-98 12:33

being me is so elusive like trying to catch a rainbow in a photograph, vivid colors, but transparently changing even as i watch and grasp at illusions. the color is drained from the landscape now, in winter. outside my window bare trees beckon, a stripping, a solitary unmoving solitude and resignation. tangles of branches, grey mist, dirt streaked windows, stills my hand.