Aug 15, 2023
The wind my symphony. The tree beings dancing to their own destiny. And the rays of the setting sun on my shoulders like a cardigan of photons. And a night filled with joy and laughter and my Love.
Beautiful prose.
Written by Joejohn Black
Now dissecting thoughts and emotions, pinning words, then commentary to the facets, curating and sharing them as legends of my being. Then they’re on their own.