Personal Truth
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Season’s End
It was a season kissed with pastel colours and peach-scented days. But even the most beautiful seasons come to an end. Permission to breathe, sweet human-flower. Permission to fall and rise again. Continue reading
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The Wind of Change
Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream. A spark. A glimpse of the person I truly am inside. Sigh. Where do you blow, sweet wind? And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be? Continue reading