I swear, if we listened, the skin would speak. Like if you listened closely, the trees would speak —
the hum of the redwoods, the sweet whisper of the birch, the history of everything it ever felt, touched, loved, feared… all in your skin.
Whether it is still new and supple or if it aging with some ridges and cracks,
wrinkles, spots, or scars… it is all…
