Uterine relax. Still corners play mix.

 With the rain came still corners and resurrection.

Copyright MB

Woke up to all day rain.. Close contact. Laid into the quiet and let the reflective carry me through deep currents from a room slain forcibly dormant. But I can't stop or help what I am. My beauty will not be harmed, my shine will not be robbed. I have to rise back to the Gods. And there is love. Death has done it's worst. I am my resurrected ghost. With surety, I dance , at my own hearth, in front of my own fire. I am woman and I cannot be stopped.  MB