When you leave, whatever you leave, whoever you leave….
A Question that tickles, moves, ploughs into your thinking.
When you leave, whatever you leave…
There may be many different visions and answers….indeed we might leave both, we might leave nothing at all, we might leave a few seeds and loads of dust, but there is also fairy dust, not all seeds blossom, we might be allergic to dust and we might love to eat seeds. Indeed we might have a few seeds of doubt.
Listen to The Flower.by John Light and Lisa Evans.m4a by HollyBFWarren on #SoundCloud
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Holly B.F. Warren
Atelierista Artist Mind Wanderer Writer Optimist 