Blinded to see the transient imperfect beauty... and shackled to be free. Old as dirt, limping on wobbly wheels... evolved to stand taller through feel. I prey to my dearest sacred wabi sabi guarantee.
Blinded to see the transient imperfect beauty... and shackled to be free. Old as dirt, limping on wobbly wheels... evolved to stand taller through feel. I prey to my dearest sacred wabi sabi guarantee.