Leslee Nelson

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Memory Cloth — Iris

When I lived on the farm in Oregon I loved how the iris would grow along the roads in the spring.  Then one day I went for a walk in the forest covering the foothills behind the farm.  Dark and deep, the tall trees let in little light.

I came to a clearing, the sun streaming down on a carpet of purple iris.  They covered the sunlit space.  Those sparse iris by the road were what was left as roads and field covered the wild ground.


made 1/25/07 transparent recalling 1973

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