You have me in tears, Inna. Good God. I have no words. You have a beautiful spirit and this: “I want to be brave enough to not let any of this find purchase in those soft, raw parts of me.” Don’t you see, you already are? Writing this piece - you fierce falcon - is a form of standing on the ledge, fearless.
The soft light won’t harm your furniture. Nothing can, my friend. We are fearless once we remember we are deathless.
On a lighter note, it was good to see you too, you tough, little thing! 😊
And you made me smile and chortle with snot. Humor, Inna. I hope it finds you, it’s yours, the deep kind ... that looks at danger and laughs its head off.
Sending you love and keeping you in my thoughts ❤️🙏🏼💫
"You fierce falcon" - oh, sublime! Yahia, you poets have such a gift for finding the right words!
And that photo - bikini top in -40 weather. Tell me you didn't really mean -40 Fahrenheit, Inna!
No human, not even a Russian, is THAT tough!
I think at negative 40 our scales are pretty much the same. Actually, just checked, and yep - exactly the same. -40 is -40, Carol.
And that wasn't tough, it was stupid - I was about 15 then. I think I managed that pose for exactly one click of my best friend's camera.
That’s how I view her, Carol, since I was fortunate to get to know her better through The Isle
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I'm spending the rest of my day wrapped in hugs and hearts and wanting to believe all those words you generously throw my way @yahialababidi