"What are those tiny wonderful things in the gallery window?"
It was a rainy afternoon. Anne sat at her desk, where she had dumped her latest haul of potsherds gathered from the beach. She got out her oils and a tiny brush. This is what happened.
"What are those tiny wonderful things in the gallery window?"
It was a rainy afternoon. Anne sat at her desk, where she had dumped her latest haul of potsherds gathered from the beach. She got out her oils and a tiny brush. This is what happened.
