looking at the sky. pitch black between large yellow and white stars. a claustrophobic feeling as if my face was nearly touching a painted ceiling. a narrator’s voice: Deep within her she held the Beginning of all Time.
waking with a start.
looking at the sky. pitch black between large yellow and white stars. a claustrophobic feeling as if my face was nearly touching a painted ceiling. a narrator’s voice: Deep within her she held the Beginning of all Time.
waking with a start.