Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I picture him standing on top of a mountain with the wind blowing through his hair and a cup of tea in his hand.I must learn to control this imagination of mine :}Nice drawing, William~
Thank you, Jan.... Yes, let’s both learn to control our imaginations, and become dim, dull bulbs in a grim lightless world. (Then again, let’s not.)...
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