“The canopy of trees overhead is so thick that only bits and pieces of blue sky can be seen overhead. Narrow rays… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share Image
“Love is not a word or an idea or even a place to go to or a thing to strive for. It… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share Image
“The fresh, pungent summer smells of the forest bring me home to the natural, forgotten spiritual place deep inside me. The part… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share Image
“The canopy of trees overhead is so thick that only bits and pieces of blue sky can be seen overhead. Narrow rays of sunshine… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share
“Love is not a word or an idea or even a place to go to or a thing to strive for. It is not… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share
“The fresh, pungent summer smells of the forest bring me home to the natural, forgotten spiritual place deep inside me. The part of me… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share
