DianeCrow

Drifting through a world where imagination becomes real, in even the slightest thought. Time stops everywhere but continues for you and your friend. Gnomes, flying carpets, wizards, talking books, summer and winter living in harmony at the same time, side by side. Bravery is needed for every corner passed or turned. Where is the sleeping Baby? The house made so sweet? Under the bucket maybe. Shall we call for defeat? Let us sail away together a top a rubber duck. The ocean made of squished berries will carry us away. Away to a place not to fear. One that is not too far from here. A place where marshmallows are rain