The Question of Love

The Day’s Eye opens again today. This little image represents the Common Daisy, kin to the Oxeye. Giggling girls would sit weaving them into garlands on sunny afternoons, like Norns in miniature, dreaming their fates. I hear their quiet chants…he loves me, he loves me not…cast like petals into the breeze.

A Drawing A Day by Bee

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