sunhealings:I grow rows and rows of roses Flor de mayo, by the mile I make perfect, practiced posesS
sunhealings:I grow rows and rows of roses Flor de mayo, by the mile I make perfect, practiced posesSo much hides behind my smileWhat could I do if I just grew what I was feeling in the moment? What could I do if I just knew it didn’t need to be perfect? It just needed to be? And they let me be? -- source link