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.
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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.
Un espacio para la reflexión de anécdotas y cosas que no son del mundo. Un lugar que no pretende ser polémico, pero si causar algún pensamiento en la noche…
Online zeitung
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!