Within my strength
Wonders, I say
How awareness feels like rebirth
Things I Carried
This is the beauty of reflection. You remember the swing, the fall and the quiet.
Where to
Journeying….
I leave with you pieces of myself, my soul in attendance, the spirit and my mind, in all the rollercoasters of life, My paper plane flew regardless of the absence present in the wind.
Nene's Corner 