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In tough and desperate times when your creativity begs to be birthed, loose the confines of the ground; stand up in your faith and walk atop the waves…
Stanice Anderson
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UK-based artist Robin Wight uses stainless steel wire to form stunning, dynamic sculptures of winged fairies dancing in the wind.
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Dear Freddie,
so I got your letter. I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to write back. There are lives’ natural heroes, and then there’s you. Your words. You always believed somewhere deep in you that there’s a coward. I wish I have told you that that’s not true. Because you left while I stayed. One feet first into the unknown. Why should I have expected anything less than fearlessness from you? But I am not as brave as you. I want to write and say I’ll be there; I’ll get on a plane; I’ll come right now. I really do, but I can’t. Not because I don’t love you. I love you, Freddie Lyon. But because you won’t even get this letter I’m the coward Freddie, not you. So instead, I’m sending this prayer. Just hoping somehow you’ll know to come home. Just please, come home. Now, soon. And maybe your courage will make me brave, too. Just come home and I will left, too.
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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
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