Remember that day the one we spent writing dirty haikus? We claimed it was for art, for beauty, and nature, and free expression ...but we both know we're liars...
An old soul trapped in modern times. Quixotic, spontaneous, creative, nerdy, and eccentric as the day is long. A pretty vintage lady. Into art, literature, coffee, writing, poetry, vinyl, film, travel, cooking, conversation, cats, growing things, beauty, truth, love, social revolution...
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