25 July 2019
“Jungle rain had no beginning or end; it grew like foliage from the sky, branching and arching to the earth, sometimes in solid thickets entangling the islands, and other times, in tendrils of blue mist curling out of coastal clouds. The jungle breathed an eternal green that fevered men.”-Leslie Marmon Silko
Make art using a jungle as the inspiration or central metaphor.
Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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