Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Unity in Gregland
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
What a beautiful place to be. It looks kind of mystical and Unity looks like she could be meditating, so that fits.
1 comment:
What a beautiful place to be. It looks kind of mystical and Unity looks like she could be meditating, so that fits.
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