I was a little touched,
On my last full day with her
Cried her first tears on me.
Then gently the sun kissed me goodbye. 9 more words
I’ve been working on a ‘pattern book’ recently, just a few images repeating different ideas and concepts of the same thing. As a way to break out of the repetition – which I can feel being an issue with my art – a bit and expand on my already existing list of skills. 77 more words