I have a very active imagination. Maybe it's why I was always a writer. I could put down all the things my mind saw. I am fully entrenched in that process right now. There's nothing else like it. If I could bottle the high I get from working on a new piece of lichachure... I could be the world's richest drug dealer. Writing = the drug. Ya know.
A headless me.
Wearing my paper denims, a white gauzey shirt from Old Navy, turq beaded fringe necklace, Spain striped scarf, moccasins, turq ring and silver Chico's cuff.
Maybe this picture is appropriate for where my mind is these days. Lost in the clouds.
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