Watercolors

IzBits
IzBits
Sep 3, 2018 · 3 min read

Slowly a bead of ice-cold water slides down from the rim of my glass and as it merges with another like two becoming one, I am reminded of what seems to be a small mirror reflecting life.

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Life…if I were to describe it…

Life is water.

Water is God.

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By giving life to the lifeless and a voice to the voiceless , I hope what seems invisible to the eye becomes more visible to your mind.…Come in and be open.

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