Krystal MolinariMy Dearest Son,I sit in a field of grass and delicate yellow flowers. The wild blows with a strong gust of warm October air. I am surrounded by rustic…2 min read·Oct 20, 2020----
Krystal MolinariIn Italy, the wind hits your face at a kind angle.In Italy, nothing matters but the moment.1 min read·Jun 26, 2020----
Krystal MolinariI hear the tenderness in the morning birds song.I feel the tenderness in the fibers of my heart.1 min read·Jun 25, 2020----
Krystal MolinariYour cuts, such dedication.The depth does not release blood.1 min read·Jun 25, 2020----