Stretch Jul28 I catch a glimpse of heaven from here on the ground where mortals fear to tread, and the audacity of it, the wild blue abandonment of its proclamation gives me the courage I will need to stretch out these broken wings and fly… Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike Loading...
Star Oct24 Stripped of her beauty, petals long gone, crushed and bedraggled, seasonal pawn. Bereft of her progeny, empty and worn, broken, she multiplies – a true star is born. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike Loading...