How does a presence
hold so much life in their palm?
Become a mountain.
About the Creator
Carol Beautiful
I live with my two gorgeous four-legged companions in a mountainous land of British Columbia, Canada, on the unceded territory of the native peoples of this land (which for my own privacy, I will not disclose).
I am grateful to be.
LOVE wins
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