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34 in(86 cm x 86 cm)
Birds flying overhead seem so small to us as we stand grounded among the flowers. One of my flights of fancy is to imagine who's soaring overhead in the darkness of night. Where are they going? What do they see? Do they see me as I stop to smell the summer flowers?
Mixed decorator and cotton fabric, wool batting
Machine pieced and quilted, beaded by hand