No. 071December 5, 2024

The Soft Brush

How special it is when you find the unexpected vessel that awakens the dormant passion In another. Her face alights with joy or bursts into tears, in perfect balance within its confines. The reflection, a reminder of what used to course within you— beautiful eruptions that awoke your soul. The search begins with that soft brush of memory.
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