When I completed the first part of The Milk Is White I had a mental picture of my having a beautiful, white, fantail dove in my hands, and lifting up my hands to a blue sky and releasing the bird to fly free and alight where it would.
When I completed the first part of The Milk Is White I had a mental picture of my having a beautiful, white, fantail dove in my hands, and lifting up my hands to a blue sky and releasing the bird to fly free and alight where it would.