When the moon was ours

　　　　　　　ʚɞ ⁺˖ 　 “She wore divinity like a dress, the high priestess and playful Goddess.
　　　　　　　　　　　Baring her body next to the birds and the trees, brought her to life
　　　　　　　and set her free. Home was never a place but heaven in her soul, where she
　　　　　　　　　　　cherished experiences and stories untold. She loved the sun on her
　　　　　　　skin and bathed in moonlight — being worshipped was her birthright.” ˚ෆ