My inchie was completed last Sunday but I didn't post it. I was too upset about Dennis the chicken. I felt awful every time I visited my blog to post. Couldn't do it.
Time really does heal your heart (not your memory) and it was so true with me.
My inchie is a shrink plastic bird that is singing his heart out. The mountains, sun and fern leaf are all punches. The song is for Dennis the dearly departed chicken.
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