Every cell in my
Body wants to sing out, but
Life whispers: “Not yet”
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
How does it work?
Extraordinary piece 😊💯❤️💥
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Extraordinary piece 😊💯❤️💥