Thursday, March 14, 2019

On remembering who you are

Standing alone there in that darkened forest, her fears crept like shadows. 
“I am,” whispered mouse feebly. 
“I am lion,” she stuttered. 
“I am lion hear me,” the words coming louder. 
“I am lion hear me r-o-a-r,” all the forest listening. 
Her belief filling the night with light. 

#tbt : That time in 2004 when I got the wild idea to start making mobiles … and got a little carried away

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