Blue sky. Grey streets. Holding hands skipping down the horizon. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 2 Comments Such sweetness in the harmony. Nice job. Loading... Log in to Reply Thanks for reading and commenting, Anne! Loading... Log in to Reply You must log in to post a comment.This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed. Post navigation Previous Previous post: Shame in One in Thirty-OneNext Next post: Is an Interpreter a Clarifier?