She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. . . . She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more. . . . It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life — the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.
The Stickyfrogs have received a Very Beautiful Artwork of Gumby from Jillian @/its__jillian (IG)😀🐸😊🐸
Gumby sends many thank you Kissies and Talls to you Jillian! Your artwork is Very Beautiful and Gumby likes how you have drawn her big smile! Thank you for choosing Gumby and drawing her so beautifully! 😊🐸