Do you feel the air brush softly past your fingertips, gently kissing your skin as you wander through mysterious spaces?
Do you look up and wonder how soft the clouds feel to the sky so blue that even the Sun looks meek in its arms?
Do you close your eyes to smell the sweet flowers that bloom to share their delicate souls and dance with the bees?
Do you feel the pull of our Moon who braves the sea of night to show you the meaning of twilight beauty?
Do you rest in the warmth of a gentle soul that burns steadily to keep alight our precious life?
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Camilla Siig
Curiosities: an exploration of the relationship between The World and my Inner World.
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I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
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