I stitch to make a song of you
when words are tired
and my mind is a campfire.
I listen for the tale of you
with handmade motives
and sprigs of color.
I write to make the most of you
with inked ambitions
in the morning’s day.
To love you
is to make art of you.
There is no other way.
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Greetings,
I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle
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