I live under a million-acre sky. My chest is open and my feet are grounded. I dig into the deep and dank of life. I have dirt under my fingernails and freckles on my shoulders. I believe in my body. I am strong.
I love words so I write stuff down.
And so it was that the sun exited the sky in a blaze of glory (stage left) and I posited that in my final Act I hope that I should slip behind the curtain blaze- less invisible leaving no ripples.
