hmmm my scanner has trouble with the cream colored paper, this really doesn’t look that much like the original.
Bird by boot.

If she could no longer walk, she would learn to dance, and grow herself a set of wings.

The slamming of the door broke the last of the winter ice, and the koi broke free to swim in the river

if wishes were horses

It’s been a hard winter around here in a lot of ways, and a long one. Last night I dreamed that I was painting improbable daffodils on the canvas of May.

peering round the garden

boop

twining dragons

shouldering the necessary burden