seeing the sounds
Each morning speaks its own language. You can see it.
This morning, on my walk, the clouds in the sky were dancing. It felt like the watusi.
At the end of the day, there’s tenderness.
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Each morning speaks its own language. You can see it.
This morning, on my walk, the clouds in the sky were dancing. It felt like the watusi.
At the end of the day, there’s tenderness.