the coolness of stone on a balmy day.
gentle strides brushed against ancient footsteps,
like links in a ceaseless chain.
dreams floating to the ceiling,
escaping through the crevice towards the clouds…
a mother’s love bulging at its seams.
Congratulations! You should be proud. Is she taking ballet classes? I remember she was playing violin?
The photographs are breathtaking. Congratulations, again!
With love from New York
Hi Doina,
I somehow managed to delete
my original comment
– luckily not yours though!
Sending you love & thanks! x
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