ARISING
ARISING
“It blew softly in the wind. It spoke gently to her through the whispers of the trees. Ever growing with the rising of tide. Ever reminding her that she was not alone as she lay herself down beside the sea. ”
- By Me
“It blew softly in the wind. It spoke gently to her through the whispers of the trees. Ever growing with the rising of tide. Ever reminding her that she was not alone as she lay herself down beside the sea. ”
- By Me