On a nondescript road (x) in the hamlet, the Danish Prince lost his way and came quite undone . . Truth being what it is, he struggled to get better, and after years of healing spirit, mind, and body; he loved her still. 💕
In times of ancient, you left your love letter to me upon the shore, an infinite circle, made of sand and stone; drawing me back to you in this lifetime.
The ocean, her only desire, to flow wild & free, with the rhythm of the moon