She lifted the yellow wand to her pink lips and b l e w … The iridescent orb s q u e e z e d out gently and f l e w . Her tinkling laughter filled the soft air just as the bubbles began to POP,
disappear. She clapped her hands: resounding joy, earnest glee at her creations’ gentle flights fancy free.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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