Beginnings, by Britta Benson

Beginnings The morning sun rises boldly through cold doubtful clouds with the fairytale shimmer of confident curiosity. All will be well in suspended disbelief. I still rage at the night, paths lost in passing frights as we connect and fall freely into new journeys together. The generous hearts cross over to the light long beforeContinue reading “Beginnings, by Britta Benson”

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