I was born in a flower and raised by the bees of the forest and the dew of the early morning. I left home at twelve to become a trapeze artist. I ended up painting pictures on my heart and living up to my reputation as a roustabout. O, dear.
Biography.
- October 15, 2007
- labyrinthofstreets
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