Too many words seep through my fingers. I cannot hold them back. I cannot.
I speak to the Texan winds.
I speak to the tall skyscrapers piercing those multi-colored skies.
I speak to the water that is moved, ever so subtly.
city, notecard, watercolor
An ode to Amsterdam
I found purpose in movement.
Thank you 🙂
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