mon champ
Voir ce qui se passait sous ce béton avant que nous soyons ici et quand nous serons partis…
Voir ce qui se passait sous ce béton avant que nous soyons ici et quand nous serons partis…
I pray here, watch the change of seasons, draw, read, write, and practice dance and voice. For the past 18 years this has been my daily or weekly path. After nights of insomnia I would come and sleep on the ground to let the earth absorb my anxiety. In my times of heartbreak I would cry as loud as I needed to.
Contributor: Robin Gorn