In colored pencil
Here she is, in colored pencil, looking at the menu, or looking away, when life is too small a playground, a million new stories to fill her world with laughter and mine, a million new horizons hiding behind the one she sees from her balcony, and one silly me, doubtful and afraid, waiting outside in the dark.
posted by Fouad at 10:09 PM
4 Comments:
I guess I didn't realize how lucky I was to watch her looking at the menu,while at the same moment,thousands of miles away,someone in the dark was dreaming of the same scenery.
So how was dinner? :)
How lucky she was to have you both watch her.
You have been linked. :)
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