1 min readJun 10, 2019
This is so perfectly described. I visited a small church in Rome, hundreds of years old. The hairs on my arms rose as I felt the weight of those who had gone before me.
This is so perfectly described. I visited a small church in Rome, hundreds of years old. The hairs on my arms rose as I felt the weight of those who had gone before me.
Physiotherapist/Proud mama/happy wife Storyteller, finding magic in the everyday world. Repped by the extraordinary Naomi Davis of Bookends Literary