This was inspired by a poem by A.K. Marshfield -
"Clouds puffed up like roosters
A swirl of jet smoke in the azure blue
Green liquid lapping
Just beaching and nothing on mind's horizon
My feet walk away with my mind
another life calls to me..."
Acrylics on watercolour paper with gel pen
Tea at the Threshold
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*Tea at the Threshold*
*by E Reid*
*(Being my journal of the Last Tea Shop game by Spring Villager)*
My little, ramshackle wooden tea hu...
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