April 9, 2020

What a beautiful thing it is, to leave pieces of yourself in places,
and stumble upon them again and again.

And remember so vividly how brave and beautiful you were since so long ago!

How so much stronger you are in this very moment,  and how much more fierce and fearless you could undoubtedly become.


What a beautiful thing memory is!

Journal: Oct.26.2020
Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura