inspiration
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to […]
Where the light shivers offshore through the tides of oceans we are shining in the rising sun like shells of gold..
“What do you want?” “Just coffee. Black – like my soul.” Cassandra Clare/ City of Bones
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