Wishing Wellby Laura Brightwood
ABOUT THE ART
I once loved a little girl. I cannot write her name. Together, we threw pennies in a well, and wished. She taught me much. She laughed much. She sang like a nightingale. She died of AIDS. She was twelve years old. This Wishing Well is for her…and for anyone else who needs to wish and hope.
This Wishing Well is for her...and anyone needing to wish and hope.