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I was once a crawler— not standing tall, not soaring, just inching my way upon the earth. 🐛 I ate an... I was once a crawler— not standing tall, not soaring, just inching my way upon t...
🌊✨ In Musandam’s cradle of sky and sea, we lived more than a trip—serendipity. Benita, my sister, f... 🌊✨ In Musandam’s cradle of sky and sea, we lived more than a trip—serendipity. ...
From Greece’s strophion, to Rome’s fascia and mamillare, to India’s stanapatta— cloth wrapped, or so... From Greece’s strophion, to Rome’s fascia and mamillare, to India’s stanapatta— ...
From Madina’s door I make my start, A familiar lane, a beating heart. The city yawns, the streets aw... From Madina’s door I make my start, A familiar lane, a beating heart. The city y...
There is a garden(Rich and Redefined)🌹, kept polished like a palace floor. The gardener trimmed ever... There is a garden(Rich and Redefined)🌹, kept polished like a palace floor. The g...
This is not for likes, shares, or golden bells. No silver screens or viral spells. This is for momen... This is not for likes, shares, or golden bells. No silver screens or viral spell...
I once waltzed with the dawn 🌅, my feet sipping dew 💧, pockets full of sunshine ☀️, and the air toss... I once waltzed with the dawn 🌅, my feet sipping dew 💧, pockets full of sunshine ...