A painted horsehead
Grass and pines or pines and snow
Upon mount Blue’s face
Wannabe linguist. Wannabe novelist. Blogger. Poet. Avid reader. Boy mom. Have bipolar 2. Experience bisexual attraction. Love America. Love China. English language BA from BYU.
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