Joyful



There is nothing more joyful than framing a pastel and sending it out to a friend to bless their lives with a special memory of a beloved companion, 

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  1. Kate Ross5 May 2023 at 08:33

    Linda has done two pastels our beloved dogs, Jade and William, and we are so delighted with them. She has been able to capture their essence from just a few photos and really bring them to life.
    The drawings are very special reminders of all the happy times we had with them.
    Thank you Linda for using your precious energies to create such beautiful memories for us.

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