As a mother and care provider, one knows they must someday let loved ones go – either to fly away as matter, or as spirit.
Four beings have left our pack, and I keep sinking back into survival mode.
The music, audio, and scripts are left undeveloped.
The guitars, bass, and keyboard gather dust on their stands.
Software is paused before loading, as I sort pebbles in the shifting sand.
Candid Corvid Productions 