Author who writes about spiritual enlightenment and the soul
By Gabrielle
My face wet with snow, I walked down to the fjord. I was the only one there. The wind howled around me.
I stood for a long time, watching white crested waves breaking in uneven lines across the water. Turning to leave, I kissed the tree standing tall behind me. It was you.
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