In the night, a dream comes to me
Some are pleasant, some are not
Shifting scenes, I cannot hold
Fading as I reach out
Whispers slip away
Leaving only
Soft echoes
Of what
Was
Of What Was
A place to show my work
M.A.D. Works 
I’ve always been an active dreamer, so this piece really spoke to me. Thank you, love… hugs
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so beautiful Missy 💜💜🙌🙌
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