It is a rather fine tale, of those who run from their hearts,engines fueled by the beating of what lies within,what lies we tell…
Entered upon a snow dusted inclined earth, feet free from perspiration we took our first weighted steps.
Grounded like the little statuesused to convince the birdsthat this place belongs to someonethe minutes leave…
As a new week begins, let’s take a look at the upcoming esoteric influences. As always…
B E H O L D
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Advent, even I wait on as
For them I am a tired housewife, who is in her bed lost in dreams.They don’t know…
Check-in with yourself
What or whom do you cling to?
Trust, let go with ease