i thought so

"If you could see the sky as your rooftop and the moon as your night lamp; if you could see the sea as your mirror and the fields as your backyard; if you could see the birds as your choir, mountain ridges as your chart, and all of civilization as your family, then you’d know that the world is yours. This is my choir^^”

(a bless morning.early week of feb.around 8am.before i open "the power of place".after the draft)