The Missings of a City Girl

Give me: the quiet whispers of a stream, the rumble of thunder over pine trees, the lack there of of time passing, and the rhythmic motion of a rocking chair, on a porch, creaking. Give me: the uneasiness of a consuming darkness, the stillness of birds chirping and coyotes howling, and the time to think.... Continue Reading →

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Color me softly swiftly gently with your tender fingertips... Highlight spots curves niches with your sweet words.... Imagine us close timeless exquisite with just unknowingly being.... To be is to want; describe it to me. (Only one photo is my own, all the rest is from pinterest )

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