The storm has passed.
The aftermath is settling in.
Almost there.
Just a little more.
...and sweet bliss.
I'm waiting. Patiently, waiting.
...and then all your pain will seem like 18th century history.
What a storm. Blowing me straight into the arms of fate, faith and love. What a storm.
1 comment:
Masha'Allah. I love it.
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