Nothing Part 2 – November 3, 2019 Doree Grief, life, love, poetry November 11, 2019November 11, 2019 1 Minute Sketch by my mother’s mother It could mean everything, It could mean the most important thing. How Then Is it Nothing? Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by Doree Grief Out Loud. Art. Life View all posts by Doree Published November 11, 2019November 11, 2019
Doree -if i understand this well- your grandmother is the artist, and the baby depicted on the image is your mother. Am I right, dear ? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Yes, my grandmother is the artist. However, this is an old sketch of my daughter. Thank you for asking :). Hope all is well! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Doree -if i understand this well- your grandmother is the artist, and the baby depicted on the image is your mother. Am I right, dear ?
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Yes, my grandmother is the artist. However, this is an old sketch of my daughter. Thank you for asking :). Hope all is well!
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Oh, I see now. This is wonderful, Doree !
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Thank you so much ♥️!!
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