Poem: For Penny
With the broken-hearted language of the abandoned, the orphan spoke into the rising smoke above the campfire. Her voice carried through the smoke and sparks into the night beyond where everything is sky. The spirits…
~ ~ Thomas Hudson studio journal ~ ~
With the broken-hearted language of the abandoned, the orphan spoke into the rising smoke above the campfire. Her voice carried through the smoke and sparks into the night beyond where everything is sky. The spirits…
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