Walking past the deserted loading dock, is that a heart I see reflected onto the wall?
I venture closer ... Yes! The sun is hitting a broken mirror just right, throwing this reflection onto the concrete ...
Then the sun hides behind a gathering cloud ... the heart slowly fades away.
But it stays with me.
2 comments:
How stupendously intriguing. Truly an amazing find--a treasure thrown from something broken, to shine as something beautiful.
You are such an amazing artist. And I mean that with every fibre of my being.
I second what Beth said, you're amazing.
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