From the blog:
Wisps of willowy cloud streak past as swift as the eye blinks, their shapes changing with each eyelid closure. Each view is like a fleeting dream - the kind that you kind of remember, then forget, but pops every now and then at opportune moments to inspire and remind you of details previously cast aside.
Wisps of willowy cloud streak past as swift as the eye blinks, their shapes changing with each eyelid closure. Each view is like a fleeting dream - the kind that you kind of remember, then forget, but pops every now and then at opportune moments to inspire and remind you of details previously cast aside.
