Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Picture this, you sitting in a room across from the ocean.  Palm trees rustling in the wind not bothered by the ocean. The sea is flowing in a rhythm of its own. And so are you, sitting in a rhythm of your own and there is a note here, on the wall and you are dwelling in sea salt caramel in a cup, reading how nothing is impossible. Reading how you are possible.