Life lines

When I was younger I used to wonder over the lines in my palm, thinking what they mean. An old gipsy once told me that our faith is always in (the palm of) our hand .She gave me then a preview of the future then, altough I chose to forget what she said, in time.

To this day, I still find myself sometimes trying to deciphre the story hidden among those lines. Some answers came to me in time, I remembered others, but the most important of them all are hidden among the things that my heart tells me from time to time.

I’m still learning how to listen…

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