And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anaïs Nin
Broken hearted, profane, and learning to love. Collector of all things strange and beautiful. Especially the worn, tender flickers of soul essence you thought nobody could see.
Creator, builder, fidgety shit-talker.
Too in-tune to exist as a normal human.
Also, always dirty, (because farm) likely has chicken shit on her shoes and probably an egg, a screw, and some variety of animal bones or insect exoskeletons in her pocket.
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