Mahina
Tell me, when’s the last time you laid beneath the stars and really felt the richness of your soul?
Feeling the moonlight on your skin, the crisp night air deep in your lungs as you inhale, feeling the power of your heartbeat in your chest and blood in your veins.
Remembering that part of you and the visceral feeling of being a part of everything. Connecting back to the raw feral humans that we are and desire no more than to just howl at the moon
Original 18 x 24
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Tell me, when’s the last time you laid beneath the stars and really felt the richness of your soul?
Feeling the moonlight on your skin, the crisp night air deep in your lungs as you inhale, feeling the power of your heartbeat in your chest and blood in your veins.
Remembering that part of you and the visceral feeling of being a part of everything. Connecting back to the raw feral humans that we are and desire no more than to just howl at the moon
Original 18 x 24
Inquire for pricing
Tell me, when’s the last time you laid beneath the stars and really felt the richness of your soul?
Feeling the moonlight on your skin, the crisp night air deep in your lungs as you inhale, feeling the power of your heartbeat in your chest and blood in your veins.
Remembering that part of you and the visceral feeling of being a part of everything. Connecting back to the raw feral humans that we are and desire no more than to just howl at the moon
Original 18 x 24
Inquire for pricing