A pitcher of sangria after a day well spent. The sun is setting as the last rays stretch to the smallest reaches of the city. There is a slow beat in the background carrying hushed conversations in its melodic arms. "You are so loveable...."
....Maybe this is where I learn that I'm not broken; I am not weak. Maybe this is the best part of growing up--realizing, maybe, in everything that I thought had maimed me I came out stronger. Here, I'm relearning everything I thought I knew: what I had come to know about myself, my own path and where my piece fits into the world.
High on life at our rooftop close to the sky- it's just a suitcase, a backpack, and now a very happy girl.
High on life at our rooftop close to the sky- it's just a suitcase, a backpack, and now a very happy girl.
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