Inside the cocoon
The dark feels heaviest right
Before light enters
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
How does it work?
Beautiful :)
Your ability to capture so much in so little words is astounding
Ooh, so true! 💜👏💜
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Comments (3)
Beautiful :)
Your ability to capture so much in so little words is astounding
Ooh, so true! 💜👏💜