The soul of an adult woman travels back in time to reflect her hidden fears. Like the fleeting flight of a bird, she internally remembers:
-Only through my magic shoes did I sail the sea of life. Thus I managed to understand my childhood with the help of the lady of the sunflowers…
I use the following images from LMAC:
Contributed to the #LIL by @quantumg.
Contributed to the #LIL by @agmoore.
I use the following images from free to use:
