Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

In a room where children confident and clear, soar and touch the eloquent world that emerges, there are melodies that mirror the skies eternity. They glow as if the love in us is singing to the love in us. They show happiness, glory, and beauty like the nectar of tea roses. We enter, knowing these moments are divine. They are always the starting point. A solid ground. Blue skies. Deep roots. Moving mists that shower us with grace. Every moment with them hints at why we stand…