She lives in a quiet little world where fantasies of make believe are pondered to no end. She is drowning in flowers, spending time spying on a bold cast of characters building homes under enormous trees out back. Being outside in the dirt, napping on the back porch is the air that makes her breath expand and contract. She covets small collected trinkets that make up an altar of peace, a space for sanity with energy injected into each tiny treasure.
What Is Our Connection
What Is Our Connection
What Is Our Connection
She lives in a quiet little world where fantasies of make believe are pondered to no end. She is drowning in flowers, spending time spying on a bold cast of characters building homes under enormous trees out back. Being outside in the dirt, napping on the back porch is the air that makes her breath expand and contract. She covets small collected trinkets that make up an altar of peace, a space for sanity with energy injected into each tiny treasure.