the soulful alphabets on a sheet of paper dance to the tune of the wanderer sitting on the banks of a river overlooking the bridge and makes them fly across distant skies and into my outstretched hands. i wrap them in the hollow of my hands..
This blog is an interstice for me.A space. A niche sacred to me.It's a place I get back to whenever I feel the need to connect with the self.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
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