The sun, always warming and cleansing. It breaks up the fog, makes us feel alive again. Feeling appreciated for our very being, the sun brings out the joy. Maybe the soul’s worth is measured in sun beams?
Mirasol
The sun, always warming and cleansing. It breaks up the fog, makes us feel alive again. Feeling appreciated for our very being, the sun brings out the joy. Maybe the soul’s worth is measured in sun beams?
Mirasol