The ball. The tennis ball. Her sitting there with me, looking off to the sky. Makes me tear up every time I look at it. And I remember every tear I shed while making it, barely seeing what I was doing thru the drips in my eyes. I keep it tucked away in my TinyPic. But I go look at it now and then. It hurts...but it soothes me as well.
So I hope what I plan to try to make for Koosh helps too.
So I hope what I plan to try to make for Koosh helps too.