Bruised and Can't Stop Smiling empty The patterns of the sun

The patterns of the sun falling through a city building through a reflection

I remember it being mild in Rome but absolutely freezing in Florence in December

a traditional Pacific Islander war dance

Bright colours - yellow

and rolling waves are swallowed by a misty gray opaque curtain

Bruised and Can't Stop Smiling empty The patterns of the sunThis piece is the next atage of recovery, removing the bandages and drains. It was the forst time i could see what my improved chest looked like. I was over the moon with how much better this chest is, even with swelling and bruising. It was a lifelong dream come true, I almost didn't believe it was real, and could not stop smiling!