sunday morning

so here i am.. in a treehouse somewhere, cross-legged on the floor.. lost between the notes being dispelled by a fellow stranger sitting next to me strumming beautiful sweet sounds on an acoustic guitar- which seems to have so perfectly found its way into our treehouse at this time and landed straight into his capable hands.

..through the haze of special smoke engulfing us the only sign of outside are through the tree branch filled windows allowing small glimpses at the dawn sky. everything seems so quite even the sweet notes leaving his mouth and finger tips...

inspire me

a selection of little inspirations for my beautiful fellow modern day pirate..

xx

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