Opiumdream

......because there's no such
thing as normal....

She lives in the green poking through snow, she lives in the rustling stalks of dying autumn corn, she lives where the dead come to be kissed and the living send their prayers. She lives in the place where language is made.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph. D.
Women Who Run With the Wolves (via borjen)

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