LIVE LOVE DANCE
SMOKE. It dances to its own music. Lovers intertwine. Laughter ripples. Ghosts remind us that we are alive. And memories float on the breeze coming full circle. Live. Love. Dance.
Life itself is ephemeral, one moment here, then gone, like smoke, vanishing.
Life itself is ephemeral, one moment here, then gone, like smoke, vanishing.
