SUN OVER HER SHOULDER – project “IT’S PERSONAL”
Calmly, with a careless wave of her hand, she stretched down on the recliner. This day was planned for nothing –
Nothing was on her mind.
Nothing was to worry about.
Nothing was weighing heavy on her shoulders.
Only the sun was peeking over her shoulders, greeting her sweet happy nothing.
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