I think my favorite end to the day has become a walk in the park a little before sunset, followed by an orange & poetry in a weird little 5$ thrift bought chair that I contort my legs up and over, feeling just a little bit like… I don’t have an age.
Couple of Aubrie Musings and Heartstrings
Writing from whatever the fuck moves me to. Maybe you'll enjoy some of it… most of it is a heart on the mend.
