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My creative soul must sing.
It must dive upon the wing.
In vulnerability it must bring,

The Swallow.



A little about me

Be-er, Do-er, Struggler, Flyer
Stylist, Artist, Creative, Writer
Dreamer, Activist, Idealist, Tryer
Rich (wo)man, Poor (wo)man, Beggar (wo)man, Thief


I needed a space to write. 

A space for room. 

A space for flight.

A space to breathe.
A space to sing.

To be free with my own enquiry.

For the endless scrawl in notebooks to take shape.

We'll see what emerges.

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