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She, the desert. Her wild whispers, vastness of truth. I call her she for I am she, but she is all 🌵✨ #desertart #desertillustration #sunart
was it visible? I kept looking for physical signs, traces unbeknownst to those who hadn’t felt canyons formed by rivers on my skin ridges carved by the valley you’d left within wherever I roamed, it was there yet curious, it would remain