“Perhaps that cruel girl was right? I should be a good girl, and my friend will be fine. I am too dramatic, always seeing the end in a flower blossom, the destruction in a raindrop. I must accept the things… — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
“Perhaps that cruel girl was right? I should be a good girl, and my friend will be fine. I am too dramatic, always seeing… — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
“The breeze picked up the acrid odor of marsh gas when it changed direction, making her turn her head and look curiously at the… — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the things that don't seem like much much, become the very ones that define us.” — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
“Behind each and every fence picket, hope slumbered undercover like a narcissist butterfly seeking its glorious reflection in a daffodil bloom.” — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
“The stranded oysters are popping open in the warmth. Tucked in like narcoleptic babies in the pluff mud, they snooze their existence away. Exuding… — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
“If love and passion is madness, then she was unhinged."- Abulon, Bibiana Krall Where ancient geology, dreams & the power of attraction” — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
“Weightless inside a gem, her heart unchained like a pardoned prisoner.” — Bibiana Krall Copy Share Image
