Small pockets carry Obsidian nights
Dry tears and flash floods, How many rivers do we have to cross? Pray, dance, and scream Quapaw, 1/8 Sioux Great-Grandmother Consuelo Earth-tones braid loose ends in my hair A Painting, a wind swept...
What Refreshes Your Soul? Why I Want to Start Blogging.
I want my life to be simple. I want it to be clean and neat and free from clutter. I want to be active and eat well, I want to fit into my skinny jeans...
