Tuesday, January 25, 2011

the first sign of hope

morning broke
a fine mist sprinkled through the airand for the first time
in a long time
the birds found their voice
in the warming air

translate: layer upon layer of chiffon and only a few hand tacked pieces at the neck... the gown transcends to the floor with little constraint
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