I saw a shooting star cross the sky last night. Big as daylight, like it was my very own shooting star. I wished harder than I have ever wished in my whole life.
Thanks all for compliments and encouragement about that star. We're all just hoping for a miracle. Maybe we'll get one.
Trée, I suspect you are listening louder than anyone. I thank you for it but I sincerely hope I'm not stirring up old sadness for you too. One of us is quite enough.
There is so very very much I don't understand. So much waiting without answers. So much struggling and suffering and worry. Moments of panic even. And money....they chop down that money tree and expect you to have another one growing in your garden. But what if the garden is all dried up?
No heroes so far. Aren't there supposed to be heroes?
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I saw a shooting star cross the sky last night. Big as daylight, like it was my very own shooting star.
I wished harder than I have ever wished in my whole life.
I hope it wasn't just space junk.
Fantastic fractal - just beautiful and much more so for the words. Hugs, Agnes, x
when i see shooting stars, i stop and wish, wish, wish, wish, wish...
i hope that what i wish comes true...
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It was a star. And I hope your wish comes true. Your art is quite moving.
Great fractal and never stop hoping that wishes can come true. They do sometimes you know. All you have to do is believe in it :hugs:
Thanks all for compliments and encouragement about that star. We're all just hoping for a miracle. Maybe we'll get one.
Trée, I suspect you are listening louder than anyone. I thank you for it but I sincerely hope I'm not stirring up old sadness for you too. One of us is quite enough.
There is so very very much I don't understand. So much waiting without answers. So much struggling and suffering and worry. Moments of panic even.
And money....they chop down that money tree and expect you to have another one growing in your garden. But what if the garden is all dried up?
No heroes so far. Aren't there supposed to be heroes?
Aggie, the silt at the bottom of my jar is lying still, no worries there my friend.
Aggie, come visit. I've got a little something just for you my dear sweet child. I hope you like it. Peace. (Nicht eine Wella)
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