The spirit of the
world speaks through the silences
between two snowflakes.
Soulful writing about humans and places
The spirit of the
world speaks through the silences
between two snowflakes.
My inner mystic is plagued by insomnia and runs entirely on divine grace. The outer shell, however, does occasionally need: jasmine tea, ice cream (preferably salted caramel), good books, music, and new horizons. If you’d like to help keep this blog alive, please choose an amount:
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