The Collages of Brenda Miller Slomovits
From the May, 2014 issue
In early April, in the days following their release from this winter's hush of snow and ice, my outdoor surroundings chattered and sang in response to the warmth and light. The yards in my neighborhood uttered words I hadn't heard in months: grass, robin, crocus. Nature was again becoming its rich, colorful, elaborate self.
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