15 Minutes Faces



Paints. Brushes. Bottle. Stone. Pastels. Stamps. My work table is FULL. I love it like that. I’m working like that. It feels right. And when it’s not, I know it is time. Time to declutter. Time to organize. Time to put things to where it belong. Time to let go. Time to make room for what is. What may come.

Tonight. A girl with broad neck was born. She is beauty. Loving her beautiful self. She wear her hair short. Turquoise. Mossy Green. Blue eyes. Pink cheeks. Pink lips. She knows how to love all of her. Beautiful. Messy. Afraid. Brave. Choosing must. Choosing life. Choosing love.


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