I’m searching for a memory.
What was it that I didn’t understand, a brief tremor
of maroon-colored fear
when childhood was as sweet as an open window with a breezy curtain–
perfect blossoms of springtime.
I'm a writer, artist, and spiritual intuitive. Illustrated journals are my passion and I've been journaling since childhood. I believe in the power of sharing stories together. Working on a memoir.
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