Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Some minds bend like trees, only to create a path that lead to dreams. Those that tell all the moments we create. A new sun. A dazzling hill. Drums beating. Mountains trembling. Children singing. As we inherit the truth of our beginning. We who were born of mists and dream. Forever creating a space to escape. To walk through waterfalls. Declaring all the ways we are the dream. We are the dream. Keep spreading light!