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Emotion: Sweet
Sound: Snow Crunching under your feet.
Place: Top of Summit
Material: Down Fluff
Tree: Tall Pine
Taste: Hot Cocoa
Time of day: Dusk

As I played around with the angles and lighting it appears like a young penguin appeared - looking into the very welcoming warm and safe light going ahead brave and strong into and thru the threatening storm and stepping across a brilliant path of blue crystal. Lessons learned and blessings revealed in a sensitive new appreciation of a deeper understanding of what is important in this life. People must feel hardship in order to experience peace.
Thank you Sally for presenting Sundays with Sally. I so enjoyed everyone's art and conversation.

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Lisa S.
Essences:
yellow dinosaur, sandpaper, sound- "BOING", jasmine, lime, sweater soft, oak, dance to "I've Got Rhythm", leaping, energetic, and a love song that rambles, mac and cheese, marble mermaid, a hippie dress of silk and velvet.

morphed into this:

In the new day
of the yellow dinosaur
we walk the earth full-footed
our feet like sandpaper resonate with the planet
we are grounded as oak trees
in the new Eden
the air sweet with lime and jasmine
love, we have come together
solid as oak, yet energetic
leaping in a dance in a rhythm
all of life is a love song
that goes on and on.

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pink/orange/magenta ribbons,
llama,
daisies,
lemonade,
a scarf,
lemon drop hard candies,
morning glories,
voices singing one note together acapella,
a sculpture of colored paper,
a country dance in a circle as an ode to the sun.

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if our future was an....
emotion: yellow
sound: chirping
animal: deer
song: children's song
smell: lemon
texture: silk
dance: waltz, 3/4 time
tree: birch
food: lemon cake
poem: haiku
clothing: glasses

Our future is an opportunity for a lemon fresh vision.
wearable art: "fresh start" glasses. (made from recycled products)

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Emotion: terra-cotta

Sound: bass drum

Animal: deer

Place: grassland

Material: sand

Clothing: linen pants

Tree: Cypress

Song: Sign of The Times

Taste: rice soaked in vegetable stock

Classical orchastra

Dance: Interpretive

Writing structure: micro essay

Baked like a pie

Sculpting material: Play dough

Poem made using a
Micron 01 ink pen

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If our future was an...
Emotion: orange-fire
Sound: rumbling water
Music: 1960's Laurel Cyn
Plant: succulants
Smell: cedar
Clothes: leather jacket
Dance: couples swingdance
Food; homemade, warm oatmeal cookies
Animal: fox
Texture: soft, coarse fur
Poem: Water Mill
Water flowing through rocks
Cool,rolling down each and every opening, sinking into soil, feeding trees, people with cupped hands flowing refreshing the earth eternal!

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If the future was an...
Emotion: yellow
Sound: Guitar
Song: Here Comes the Sun
Animal: Dolphin
Texture: Water
Flower: Roses
Smell: Lily
Flavor: Sriracha
Dance: Ballet
Clothing: Dress
Food: Cookies
Sculpture: Of memories
Writing: i carry your heart in me

Our future is a new story, fresh out of quarantine with hope.

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I remembered the day I opened my door after the last six-month quarantine of The Great Illness. I lived on a typically quiet cul-de-sac in a sleepy Midwestern town, but the sound of an amped guitar hummed through the air, and I could hear the lyrics of Here Comes the Sun carried to my doorstep like it was floating on water.

I walked onto my porch and dots of bright yellow dandelions littered my lawn. Nobody cared anymore what their lawns looked like during quarantines. We only cared about when we would be let out again. Suddenly, I heard the sound of laughter from my two favorite neighbors, the Smith twins. All of my children were now grown and sheltering elsewhere, so the Smith twins brought me the joy of youth and possibility.

The lily skinned twins with shocks of bright red hair ran to my doorstep. "Mrs. Rogers, Mrs. Rogers, we're so happy to see you."

"I am so happy to see you, too, my darlings. Would you like some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies?"

"Oh, yes please," they said with crooked grins of missing teeth.

As soon as I gave them the cookies, they exchanged additional pleasantries, and jumped away like dolphins on the open ocean.

As I stood, my dress swaying in the spring breeze, watching them return home joyful, I could see my roses in bloom in my front garden. I took in a deep breath and stepped out onto my lawn. Somebody was cooking something spicy smelling of Sriracha and garlic. The Great Illness could not take my senses, my sculpture of memories, or my will to dance in life's ballet of normal. I left the safety of my lawn and the 10 th quarantine of my lifetime to visit the rest of my neighbors, with the words of the e.e. cummings' poem "I carry your heart with me" in my head.

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I remembered the day I opened my door after the last six-month quarantine of The Great Illness. I lived on a typically quiet cul-de-sac in a sleepy Midwestern town, but the sound of an amped guitar hummed through the air, and I could hear the lyrics of Here Comes the Sun carried to my doorstep...

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If our future was an...
Emotion: green
Sound: praises
Place: a flower field
Material: grass
Tree: fruit tree giving
Taste: a flavor that makes you get up and go... energizing
Time of day: an early morning

I hope that the future will hold beautiful gatherings like theses flower clusters. Revival.