You hovered outside the window that one morning in Israel when I needed something beautiful to cheer me up. And then again in my dreams last night- you, the young kingfisher who got stuck in my parent's studio one day and who took a remarkably long time to be coerced outside, my great-aunt's grey parrot (surprisingly vicious) and Charlie, the paranoid cockatoo, who I fell in love with, but could not keep (he hated men, and pecked at the feet of any available)
(Dress specs: cotton with a hand-painted tree, comes with 30 fabric leaves (two sided), ten blue fabric flowers, and a hummingbird brooch.)
All my love,
