Where liberty is, there is my country.
~Benjamin Franklin
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Refresh
Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent,
Where Faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night.
~Elizabeth T. Dillingham, “A Faery Song”
A faery has to refresh himself somewhere…. wouldn’t it be fun to stumble upon one of these!
Space
Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day.
But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.
– Ptolemy, c.150 AD
A new promotional piece
A postcard for a promotional postcard! It looks like they’re having fun…. for the most part. :)
Secret
Clarence was no ordinary barnyard cat. Take your eyes off him for a minute and… oops, a few of the chickens have gone missing.
Meoooowzer, that was one bad kitty!
Shiny
…. but then the hungry mice came upon a turnip so shiny, so bright and bulbous, they immediately started to unearth their delicious treasure.
Sketches
