shades of spilled paint
When young light breaks sky like seven shades of spilled paint, I want to be that energy. So went a little poem I wrote ages ago, or so it seems, in January of this year. We woke up at sunrise, the first night in our …
storyteller and all-around creative distraction
When young light breaks sky like seven shades of spilled paint, I want to be that energy. So went a little poem I wrote ages ago, or so it seems, in January of this year. We woke up at sunrise, the first night in our …