Birds. Everywhere the soft whisper of feathers on air.
The stars. Always there. A constant turning pattern that pins the darkness to the sky.
Friends. Sometimes only truely valued when they are gone.
The everyday journal of artist, writer and illustrator Jackie Morris, in words and pictures.
Do I detect a note of sadness?
ReplyDeleteNo. Just thinking. I have such good friends and we seldom tell them how we feel about them while they are here. What stops us? Luckily I am older than most of them so they will have to eulagise at my seeing off!
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