To be seen. To be free. To be alive and full and whole–the yearnings of soul.
Evening comes and the sun lights upon the horizon, it’s rays like open petals before dusk: an invitation, an opening, an ease of light to quell the ache of longing.
To be seen. To be free. To be alive and full and whole–the yearnings of soul.
Evening comes and the sun lights upon the horizon, it’s rays like open petals before dusk: an invitation, an opening, an ease of light to quell the ache of longing.
