That moment between sleep and the coming day,
when nothing else matters –
just being;
The unblemished intimacy of soft skin;
blissful union of mind and body.
Innocent as childer
we are
perfect.
That moment between sleep and the coming day,
when nothing else matters –
just being;
The unblemished intimacy of soft skin;
blissful union of mind and body.
Innocent as childer
we are
perfect.
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and perfect it is, very in the moment, no dressing up, just simplicity with a smile awakening to the possibilities.
I have just come downstairs, 7.25 a.m., and this was the first thing I saw on my tablet. How right you are Jason, still feeling a little sleepy, happy 😊