Karen Blixen and the Maasai warrior 2

✨Your Priceless Art Has Made The Fantastic Gallery Invaluable! I'm Ever So Grateful To You For The Opportunity To View Your Quality Work and Display It In These Unique Exhibits ✨🙌🔝✨Can't Wait To See You In The Next One 💌✨

📣 Ｇｒｏｕｐ Ｍｅｓｓａｇｅ 📣

Thanks all of you artists for taking part and voting in my recurring ⭕𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓬 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽⭕ challenge. So many awesome entries including yours! 🤩

Congrats to those that got credits, especially the Top 3! 👏🏻

I'll be liking the Top 20 ❤ after sending this message.

Another challenge will start soon in the same room, hope to see your creativity again! 👍🏻

📈 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨:

🇲​​🇾​ ​🇴​​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​​🇷​ ​🇬​​🇦​​🇲​​🇪​​🇸​:

⭕𝓝𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮⭕

⭕𝓢𝓬𝓲-𝓕𝓲 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮⭕

She came from far away, with her books, her horses, her neatly combed solitude. He stayed, rooted in the land he never left, his laughter steady like the morning fire.

They sit there, face to face, in the soft light of a too-long afternoon. And yet, time does not weigh. It smiles.

She looks at him with that anxious tenderness of those who seek to understand without stealing. He looks at her with the clear patience of one who has never needed to conquer to be respected.

There is no superiority. No naïveté. There is a presence. Two beings who remain in their skin — unmasked, unaltered.

This is not a love story. It is a story of trust.

And in that room of shadows and polished boots, in the silence between a laugh and a breath, they have recreated — perhaps without knowing — a moment of true peace.