Sometimes one wants to think about nice things, talk about nice things, and draw nice things. Completely void of any politics and things one should worry about.
I just love cranes. I love their long, erect and proud necks. I love it when they call out “Here I Am.” I love it when they soar across the sky, almost like a Pterodactyl.
They dance when they meet, oh yes, on the first date. They stick together in perfect twosome. No swingers allowed.
When I hear them call, spring is here.
New beginnings.
New life!
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