she may have been depressed but she was not sad she hid in the mountainside when the rains came hard like tropical noon. she once was tranquil now a monsoon. the blue lady was downcast from time to time and only we were lucky to catch her swollen tears in our banks. we irrigate our lands and feed our children for to carry on and on and on and on...
÷÷this post was inspired by the painting the blue lady by Tameeka Knox, an artist from Sacramento.÷÷
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