And suddenly I thought that the mast of the ship was a kind of never-to-be-shut-in chimney, and that perhaps Angel has first thought of going to sea as he had stood on some roof top and seen from afar the ships in the harbour before he was forced down into the black hole of his work once more.
That was the last I saw of Angel, high amidst the air and sun, looking up towards the sky. I shouldn't have cried, for indeed I was happy for him, but I did, a little.
-Street Sparrows //Rose Ayers-a wonderful author and aunt
3 comments:
good.
your photo was a good one
you
are a good one
i love that picture.
you and the little boy are so cute.
cute cute picture.
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