“And when all that was left was ashes, she would again clothe herself in flame. Rising from the dust of her past to rekindle the spark of her future. She was a Phoenix, her own salvation; rebirthed, renewed, resurrected.” — LaRhonda Toreson
Each feather has a story ❤️
Guess everything has been done before in Different places. That’s dope that it’s a thing there also cause we learned this as baby queens for evening gown.