Female

32

I can prepare a French Chocolate Torte while playing the Zydeco with my toes and simultaneously fending off hords of deadly squirrels. I dream of playing a grand piano suspended in the sky. I have an entire strange noise vocabulary reserved specifically for when I visit my sisters. I return to 6-year-old mode of shreek, smile and wide-eyes every time there's a thunderstorm. Beauty finds a way to suprise me every day in clouds, in shadows, in smiles, in paw prints, in heartbreak, in blades of grass. I like to share it with those who will take the time.