A breath. A stretch. Sunlight comes through the open window and a soft breeze messes with her hair.
She takes a breath of Pure air and opens her eyes.
Mensajes espirituales, reflexiones y crecimiento personal
"Al anochecer paseaba. Me sentía como una mota de polvo sobre la superficie triste de la tierra" Jack Kerouac.
Lovely words and photo; make me want to see more of your work!
I’ll be following you form now on; have an amazing day! 🙂
Thank you so much, Yousuf. Those are lovely things to say, have an amazing day too!
You’re very welcome. 🙂
‘she take a breath’. Is she refer to you, sister? 🙂
Hi! Hehe, no, this is a made up story!
So uncomplicated… and yet so powerful!!! So smooth… and yet so complex!!! Very well done!
Galen
Hello, Galen! Thank you so much, I’m happy you liked it!