No colour in the year’s end,
no joy in icy fields
stretching to misted hills.
The fire burns low in the empty room,
and in the cold black branches
of the birch tree by the window,
no birds sing.
Stories around my pictures: photos, drawing and paintings
a blog of two friends
Saying True Things Since 2017
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fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
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An onion has many layers. So have I!
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