Laura
@jo88865.bsky.social
Avid reader, passionate traveler, art enthusiast, and music aficionado. Exploring life one page, one journey, and one melody at a time.
Up here, wind becomes prayer,
and the past grows small beneath the waves.
Every step is not escape,
but a return
to where the soul first saw the light.
and the past grows small beneath the waves.
Every step is not escape,
but a return
to where the soul first saw the light.
October 20, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Up here, wind becomes prayer,
and the past grows small beneath the waves.
Every step is not escape,
but a return
to where the soul first saw the light.
and the past grows small beneath the waves.
Every step is not escape,
but a return
to where the soul first saw the light.
