Birches and Flowers | Junk Mail Journal | Page 3
I'm calling this Birches and Flowers mixed media piece in my junk mail journal done! I added a quick "throw-away" poem to the page:
Softly as the snow falls, peaceful as the early morning light, fragile as a wisp of memory, there and then gone. The delicate sound of a song - the one you used to hum - or a child's laughter on the wind. The satisfying last burble of the coffee maker spitting out its brew. I sit here, drinking in the morning's delights...and think of you.
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