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Red Bella
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GenderFemale
OccupationCertified Veterinary Technician
LocationSaint Petersburg, Florida, United States
IntroductionThis is my outlet, the interpretation of my journey. It is at times factually based on my life experiences and at times quite loosely based on them. It is both filtered and non, edited and non, real and not real.It takes the form of a creative, fantastic outlet for my emotions and thoughts as well as a place for self documentation. Don't confuse it with a diary. It isn't one. As a new mother, grieving widow [it's been seven years now], my story is often about sorrow [four years ago I lost a son], but more and more it is one of hope and joy [remarried four years ago]. Life is the biggest adventure. [now have three daughters] I can honestly say that I have made and probably will continue to make enough mistakes for the lot of us in my hopeful and diligent quest for truth, beauty, and above all else, for love. I am unafraid. This blog at its simplest is self-expression, a collage of my words and your words ; my pictures and your pictures. It is visual representation of my experience in this world and my love letter to it.
Interestssharing, philosophy, science, nature, existence, authors, language, pheromones, exploration, water, connecting, cycle breaking, learning, truth, heartache, survival, hope, bodies, love, expression, passion, gin, vegetarianism, scars, cartwheels, smoke, skirts, girls, boys, guts, animals, mystery, transparency, terrazzo floors, bare feet, stimulation, tiny boxes, chocolate, re-discovery, analysis, gypsies, lips, being taken to dinner, introspection, introductions, rhythm, respect, choices, remembering names, holding hands, socializing, hibernating, explanations, feelings, and the mundane
Favorite musicfunk
Favorite booksJitterbug Perfume, Frankenstein, Romeo & Juliet, She Came to Stay, Still Life With Woodpecker, Speaker for the Dead, Fear and Trembling

You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?

they can't help themselves

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