Hold still," my father would say, while I held the ship in the bottle and he burned away the strings he'd raised the mast with and set the clipper ship free on its blue putty sea. And I would wait for him, recognizing the tension of that moment when the world in the bottle depended, solely, on me. ... Wishing you a bless and safe day me sweet friend. xo
GOOD MORNING, LOVE, HUGS & BLESSINGS, Ms. Josiane, I pray YOU have a TANTILLIZINGLY THRILLING THIRSTY THURSDAY, and have had a TRANSFORMATIONAL WEEK, my friend...
