A clear, cold morning with high wind: I was born to see, to listen, to understand, and to write out of what I see, hear, and understand.
Crystals are nature's gift to humankind, holding within them the secrets of the universe.
A clear, cold morning with high wind: I was born to see, to listen, to understand, and to write out of what I see, hear, and understand.
Crystals are nature's gift to humankind, holding within them the secrets of the universe.