She is steady to the core. Stirred. Entranced by sunflowers… Enraptured by the notes pouring from Pablo’s blue guitar… A face borne from another time. A composition between every double line. A longing dream and quiet despair. She is a metaphor. Dropping words here and there, giving life, moving softly through the air. Cautious, but … Continue reading She Dresses In Words
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