Enough time went by, to start feeling like I was in the set of Woody Allen’s Sleeper.
Was asked to sign the Autograph Book at Candlewick Press. Guess who is a shameless bragger walking on air.
Grey mornings hold their own beauty.
Evening of bluebirds.
One line, many keys.
Thankful for friendship.
Three lines, two friends.
One line, two dots; an elephant.
Card making morning.