clouds and cliffs

just the story of two lost kids teared up like the limestone cliffs in their horizons.

« She's discreet, fragile. She's the little shrub that has just been planted in the middle of a meadow. Her small leaves fly away when it's windy. She bends, she even falls, sometimes. Yet, she doesn't move, she doesn't grow up. She just gets up, again and again. »