Tomorrow's Recital

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.

 

Words by Mary Webb

 

♫ - A Thousand Years

 

All The World Needs is Love, Understanding & Music

 

Sketch using inks, graphite and Pitt pastels on paper.

 

for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro

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Done