Mi Sol

Our toes, our knees, our bellies, our chests, yours flat and furry, mine rich and chocolaty... Our lips meet, leaving our noses dancing to their own beat. Our young, fleeting bodies entwine, weaving a sweet kiss for dessert and the most beautiful verse, tangled in your sunlit hair…

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When Life Feels Stagnant: Finding Movement Through Art

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The Wild Freedom of Dreams: An Artist’s Reflection