Breathe in the day,
Rich and raw, waiting for you to see
Everything it holds; how it
Awaits your gentle molding — your
Touch alone. Every line of your fingerprint.
Hands such as yours were meant to sculpt
Every moment sits… and waits.
Photo by Surachet Khaoropwongchai on Unsplash
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Hannah
I'm Hannah. I'm 21, and chaotically creative.
You can usually find me frustratedly hunched over some new craft I’m attempting, struggling to learn a new song on the ukulele, writing, drawing, singing, frowning or smiling at my camera depending on the success of my latest photo or video attempt, or sleeping.
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