Title/subject suggestion by Diana – at ‘the wandering Armadillo’ Puppet with tangled strings That my voice and deeds were not my own rendered plaything parts and myself a toy, seemed fair price paid to be with you alone, a ‘Lovely’ with an aspect so radiant and coy. I danced to the tunes you […]
I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.