Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult — Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exult

— Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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