A friend of mine asked me to make him a book. This is it, and the story.
In the beginning, before time, there were clouds
There became need for feathers to feel the breeze with.
There became need for feathers to feel the breeze with.
Beautiful life formed underneath the wings.
Wingbeats at times became rapid enough to blur.
As it was before time, the wind touches every thing
With each beat of a hummingbird’s wing, interconnection is made apparent.
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Wow, that is a true work of art! I love it:)
I am having a lot of fun exploring! Thanks for the encouragement!
I love it brotha.. The book really is the nicest thing I own, and knowing it came from you, made for me, makes it that much more perfect. Your book (my book) is like a beautiful lady, I just can’t stop looking.
You got it buddy. Give her a lot of attention, she will treat you well.