Googled 'eight year old drawings'. Decided eight year olds have immeasurable skill anyway, so I'll make up what I like.
Then got taken aback - I didn't give said eight year olds enough credit.
Who knew they were capable of trees that weren't green? My perspective has been re-adjusted. I'll doubt no longer. Wherever 'Chloe Age 8' is right now, I'm indebted to her.
Next - my goodness. Did anyone else know this existed? There's something that happens when a song comes on you've been gifted with and you didn't know to expect. Your heart contracts and expands all in those first few chords with the knowledge that the person on the other end of the exchange knows you and this moment well enough to know that that song would be the perfect melody for it. These are the kind of friends - family - I'm blessed with. If this script ever gets finished, it will be hugely due to them. So much love. (Van Morrison AND The Beatles? In one song?!)
It's later. It's peaceful. Mazzy Star is easing me onwards and one long scene has come to a close. Time for warm, welcoming bed and novels sent from authors whose words fuel your own. (Two days ago I received a package from my favourite author, who'd sent her new book. It's so hard not to get so caught up in the intricate people she creates that you're unable to focus on your own. I can't help myself, though. They're too decadent. It's people like those that we each need to find, those individuals whose talent and voice resonates in a way that your own is encouraged.)
Oh, Mazzy. Too many beautiful moments in one night. You're the perfect 'after'.
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