— Musings —04.30.2019 08:58 PM
I’m the older one, trying to become the younger one.
By my Mom.
Then the good land did again its healing work and the sun shone on him and healed him and the warm winds of summer wrapped him about with peace.
Then the good land did again its healing work and the sun shone on him and healed him and the warm winds of summer wrapped him about with peace.
FABULOUS!
I studied art in university and actually taught sculpture ( not that, that means anything). Anyway when I look at your Mom’s painting, I automatically wanted to press on it and scroll up to see what is beyond the tree line. When I had that impulse, I new immediately that it is a fine piece.