Everything I thought
Was wrong about myself was
Just my own shadow
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
So impressed by this! So deep and reflective! Well done, Joelle!
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So impressed by this! So deep and reflective! Well done, Joelle!