Dance on broken glass, build castles
with shattered dreams and wear
your tears like precious pearls.
Proud.
Strong.
Unshakeable.
Anita Krizzan
(Well, you knew one day, on one of my lunchtime walks, I'd stop and take photos of those shattered windscreens on the cars in the scrapyard!)
It does make for interesting patterns, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteGreat patterns, Jenny!
ReplyDeleteFine artistry, jennyfreckles.
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