First Love

The pulses did not follow. It is in walking away from one Love that we can realize another. One that has been standing all along. My first and last love will always be passion.

Slow down, don’t stay late, give it time – does not equal a dream realized. I like the intensity that almost kills. To fight with time for a train that I must make. The mania is the force that propels wings to flap.

It is not in safe spaces of windows that break the occasional. The ‘it’ sits between what we can give. So we dream, we wish and we charge strong.

Picking up lace on loan for The Art of Lace Exhibition – thank you Duroad USA team

The most amazing sourcing specialist Beverly from Duroad USA

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