she moves quickly down the street, but she doesn’t miss much
she lives for her books, her music, strong coffee and art
inside her there is a wilderness
no mountain too high, no river too deep
she follows where spirit takes her
there is a duty, and things take time
but in the darkness…
forever,
mine
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dreamer, writer, explorer, creative, critical thinker, maker of my own reality. part left - part right brained, often found out chasing fish, the moon, music, muse... the magical, mystical and metaphysical, art, travel, foodndranks, my pack, beauty, the light and the dark, adventures, the arcane, the strange and profane...
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