I can see light through the windows, when the sun comes through the branches of morning. The canopy above us laced with the wings of birds, and the impassible bleakness of winter. Sometimes I cannot find you.
I did not see this one while peering into your studio a few days ago, but it's breathtaking.
Thanks guys!
I can see light through the windows, when the sun comes through the branches of morning. The canopy above us laced with the wings of birds, and the impassible bleakness of winter. Sometimes I cannot find you.
ReplyDeleteI did not see this one while peering into your studio a few days ago, but it's breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteThanks guys!
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