A Windy Wintry Night
The cold wind howled outside the cozy cabin.
Quilts piled high, kept dreams safe and warm.
Creativity
Creativity How does your creativity work? Does it ebb and flow? Is it a hardworking and steady bloke? Does it come in stormy patches... or does it slowly unfurl with coffee or tea, on a quiet and unfettered morning?
Sweet. Dreaming is free...
ReplyDeleteI like that Mirka... "dreaming is free" :-)
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