We have a memory of wings; big and wide, stretching to the sky.
We have a sketch in our minds of what we could be, of where we could go.
We recreate that memory. We dream of the air lifting us up.
Keep creating,
Kate
We have a memory of wings; big and wide, stretching to the sky.
We have a sketch in our minds of what we could be, of where we could go.
We recreate that memory. We dream of the air lifting us up.
Keep creating,
Kate