The eastern bank is stacked with stones, smoothed by journeys through ice and water. Sitting down with a pebble in my hand, I close my eyes and feel the pulse of the mountain, a deeper dimension of where we all come from.
heading north –
the wind on the river
brushes the trees
© Xenia Tran
Wishing you all a happy Monday and a peaceful week ahead,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
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