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The Box of Lanzo will be shown at the Flint Film Festival Saturday 19 May 2007 at 6:45.
(click on link to go to the official film festival website, click on image to read fine print - scroll down to my post from 11/24/2006 to watch the trailer)

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ready, 2.
sensual, 3.
opening up, 4.
memory, 5.
eiffel, 6.
growth, 7.
passed, 8.
thinking, 9.
blue chair, 10.
G, 11.
ready, 12.
Kate, 13.
holiday light, 14.
Untitled, 15.
locked?, 16.
waiting, 17.
Nico, 18.
woman waiting, 19.
momentum, 20.
bubbles, 21.
TWTME New Icon Of The Day Logo Contest, 22.
wedding girl, 23.
spooky dianthus II, 24.
james who?, 25.
Untitled, 26.
wishing stones, 27.
Untitled, 28.
horse hair nest, 29.
her favorite jacket, 30.
sleep, 31.
tim, 32.
dive in, 33.
happy, 34.
Untitled, 35.
spring koi, 36.
peaceA mosaic of my work looking back over the last two years. It is Spring and time to look forward. I have had the honor of working with many wonderful clients and have enjoyed working on some great projects. I have been blessed.
Thank you.
Sandi Gunnett

when you are silent, shining host by guesta snowingly enfolding glory isall angry common things to disappearcausing through mystery miracle peace:or (if begin the colours of you voice)from some complete existence of to dreaminto complete some dream of to exista stranger who is i awakening am.Living no single thing dares partly seemone antomy once, and every cannot stirimagining, while you are motionless-whose moving is more april than the year(if all her most first little flowers riseout of tremendous darkness into air)-E. E. Cummings
Death has touched my small corner of the universe.Death in all of its horror and splendor.She is free now... free from pain and suffering.
She quietly opened the door and made her way down the steps to the garden to view the first snowdrops of spring -while he was out running an errand. Each step a struggle... she moved slowly but with certainty. Upon his return he found her in the garden - a world away from the chair in the den that had become her home. They savored the moment - wondering if, wishing it not so - but both secretly knowing, this would be her last visit.
I will remember her every spring when the snowdrops bloom. I will remember her strength and dignity. I will remember her laughter despite the pain. I will remember the feel of her soft cheek against mine. She is finally at peace. She taught me more than she will ever know.
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