It's not even a journey, not even a pilgrimage. We are supposed to be living the music, not the finale, not the intro, the coda. We aren't supposed to be aiming for the final leap in the air as the chords come to a crashing end...
...even if I've not had enough sleep I look as if I've had at least 7 hours...I promise you, my lips are smoother, plumper, and their contours are back.
They all have something in common - they all reflect my dreamer...
They lighten up our lives. And they beg to be photographed in all their states of dance and decay
In the shadows the stone is moody and grey, in the sunlight it's optimistic and white; and when the sun warms it, to walk barefoot across it is a simple therapeutic pleasure
it has a subtle, nutty, nourishing quality that makes you feel like you're wrapped in a warm blanket
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