Tuesday, November 22, 2022


After-dinner conversations can be so enlightening.  This evening my husband asked,
 “Guess: when do you think I became an artist?”  
I answered, “When you were born.”
Smiling, he whispered a specific date “11-11-1996.”
The moments we spent together on top of the Guatemala pyramid were life-changing.
husband whispers
“I became an artist the day
I kissed you”


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