wash [when the waters rise] the ocean inside 1 front page

There is something so visceral about watching the breath enter and leave the body, about watching the clouds roll through the sky, about watching wave after wave crash onto the beach.

Silk captures, holds and then lets go. Silk shares. Silk references and then melts away. Silk is all things and nothing at the same time. Silk allows me to share ocean without the use of water. Silk lets us get lost in the clouds while our feet are firmly on the ground.

Silk teaches us how to slow down and follow our breath again.

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