25 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
Tags: creativity, journal, Mexico, photography, poetry, remorse, stories
Clouds whisper secrets to the old one.
Stories that hold remorse and longing for the past. Yet within the heart of the mountain lies a joyful promise, a life yet to be born.
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