It was that sort of day, all the more remarkable was the fact that I went at all, a whole line of serendipity; I just felt that I was being offered a message of strength and hope. Glad you like them.
The sound of swans wings beating is like no other. I stood on Bryher 12 years ago, and a swan flew over my head about 4 feet above me (I was on a hill). The sound and the pressure of the air was extraordinary, I am certain the tip of a wing touched me. The fact of this flight on this day was nothing less than a sign to me.
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