When I began this revision, I was feeling a little vulnerable.
I wanted my nails to make me think of claws,
or maybe little shields.
My palette.
During the next week, things briefly got impossible
and I needed my nails to help me feel as hard as asphalt.
My palette.
This morning, I have gotten to a place of hope. :o)
My palette.
Published on July 20, 2014 09:58