While sitting on the balusters her thoughts had unfolded before her. Word by word, sentence by sentence, a never ending stream. As if she were the ink on the letter she had composed a hundred times before, her thoughts placed themselves with ease around every cell of her being. The ink from her inner voice had became permanent. It was obvious, she didn't have to question herself anymore...yes, she knew she was on the right path, she knew what she wanted and that in itself was good!
Photo: Those shoes are made for singing! French words cut from a vintage fairytale book and an image I found at the flea market. For more information about altered scrapbooks click here.