very anxious garden snail angel
I got to the end of the day and was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep, as I was still haunted by a dream from the night before in which I sobbed helplessly while hearing a song listing the beautiful, complicated names of all the white horses that had been slain. Who would even do that, and why?
So I made this picture, and then yes, I did sleep.
I want to rework this so the star isn’t so overpowering. But Annina sent me some new markers so I was excited about making a coloring book page.
no rest for worker bees on Labor Day