With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...

Sunday, June 8

soul play

They had known each other for decades, yet had never truly met.
On a rainy day - by chance, destiny, fate or karma - he caught a glimse of her heart reflecting similar longings, delayed joys and sparks of contagious laughter.
She invited him to dream under moonlight and play in her world for a while...

excerpt from a short story