Sliver Moon

A slice of moon hangs over the night.
A sliver of golden yellow against a cobalt sky.
Its crescent shape,

corners turned upward, toward Heaven, resembles a smile.
On a cold winter eve, this shard of light guides me, brightens my journey,

leads the way home.

by Lina Rehal

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Found it!


The missing town has been found. This is going to be the best and biggest village I've done in a while. I'm adding a few pieces I haven't used in the past few years. Not sure where or how I'll fit them yet, but I'm going to try. I'll let you know how it turns out. Of course, the grandchildren will wreak havoc with it, I'm sure, but what is it all for anyway? (Photo is part of last year's village.)

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