Joe had worn his little fox costume so often, it was starting to feel like a second skin...
I wasn't happy with this image so I decided to work into it a little more, I think it works better with the contrast of the sun against the darkening sky..
They watched the clouds slowly drifting across the setting sun..... 
As the flower unfolded they saw a tiny little boy nestled in it's petals...
Alice could hear in the little bird's song just how much he craved his freedom... 
Maisie adapted her mother's old sheets into the wings she had always wanted....
I found a link to Ksenia's sad story on Maryam's blog. Ksenia recently lost her husband in tragic circumstances and is making a book in his memory for their little daughter.The book's name is "Mishkina knizhka" which has a double meaning in Russian – The little bear’s book and Misha's book (that is Mikka's real name).
