I love her art.
I love how raw it is. I love the emotion behind it. I love the stories it spoke. I love that she never held back.
I love her love.
I love how she wore her heart on her sleeve. There were no limits to her love. She was passionate. She was rebellious. She lived in the moment. She was the lover of many and held no regrets.
|little by little...|
|...they'll come to learn the things I've learned...|
|...about life, love, and passion...|
|...maybe they'll be little artistas as well...|
|I'll just be happy as long as they love...|
Ah. These snow days have me spoiled. Sleep, art, and insight. Bring on the snow.
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