Somewhere under the Australian sky, Lucy is walking, looking at the clouds, some fugitive words flying around her. She catches a few, places them in her poem box and sends them to France.
Once there, they are trapped in a ukulele, from where, with patience and determination, I free them.
Then they are off to California, where Racquel tames them and makes them more beautiful. And here they are, free to fly again in all directions to get to you.
Please make them feel welcome.
Links
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