You are the canary auroral yellow perched safely deep inside my tenebrous rib cage, still you sing such dulcet songs. A surreptitious sunbeam no interminable string of gray days can ever steal away.
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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