A quiet brush with longing and beauty, where the night sky becomes a mirror of the soul, and every star feels like a whisper from beyond.
Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel
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