"Where do shadows go when they sleep?"
In the quiet places, we count stars, we count stories.
"Do rainbows fold like paper?"
The sea sang lullabies to the moon, once upon a time.
"Where is the tickle land of clouds?"
These are echoes, voices cradled in the breezes of the yesteryears. They giggle and they ponder, some remain unanswered, others forgotten... Yet, here they are in the light, waiting.