Dew Beginnings
Outside my tent the crisp morning smell of dew, beckoned me Glistening love. Promises of the freshness of a new birth; Wedding rings on the finger of each grass blade […]
Outside my tent the crisp morning smell of dew, beckoned me Glistening love. Promises of the freshness of a new birth; Wedding rings on the finger of each grass blade […]
This moment of raw uncertainty is my altar. This is joy. Sudden joy at the appearance of faint blue perpendicular lines; the elusive lines that stubbornly refused to appear after […]