Remains
Not
as obvious as they were,
as
remembered when a child,
coming
up with a story.
How
they ended up there.
So
many storms have come,
and
gone.
Less
remains.
Maybe
a story?
Islands
Off Solitude
12”x
9” ink and watercolor
Fountain
Pen: Platinum Carbon fine point
A story waiting to be told...of origins...of collective memories?
ReplyDeleteIt seems that some stones once moved and breathed...
Very intriguing...😊😊
The story is almost finished. Figuring out the graphics is taking forever☺
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