Thursday, September 29, 2022

Outsmarting Myself

How soon we get old, how late we get wise, 

my grandma would say with laughing eyes.

I am an archer

Shooting for the moon

so I realize I must outsmart myself sometimes

and aim for many stars.




Art by:
Elizabeth Zinchenko
Digital Sculptor

Image source: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/L3YnJR




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