My heart often overflows and I need somewhere to spill my emotions. Or perhaps, I’m channeling my inner Zora Neal Hurston who mesmerized me with her candidness and folklore.
I was just 14 when I read “Their Eyes Were Watching God” and it held me in its grip for a long time.
I write because someone, somewhere needs to read what the universe has moved me to reveal.
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~Thanks for Keeping it Kinky~