''Come to the edge,'' He said. They said, ''We are afraid.'' ''Come to the edge,'' He said. They came. He pushed them... and they flew.
I am so loving making these little postcard pieces.
Collage from mailbox junk and old French dictionaries, Twinkle H2Os, acrylics, painting, India ink and dip pens…
Sometimes it takes me an hour to make just one.
That’s okay though.
An hour spent flying is never an hour wasted.
Put those wings to good use today, Lovely Ones.
Big Love !
For more joy sharing, go visit the awesome Meri at Meri’s Musings.