Dreams

Just when I thought I was old enough to watch all my dreams go up in smoke, the grandkids come over and revitalize hope. Lea showed them her felt pen drawings and evoked landscapes. I showed them some techniques and a photo of Vincent Van Gough's Starry Starry Night and away they went. Thank you dream gods you are still there.
Finished and had pink soup (borsht) and pirogies
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