A head, my head, is chock full of whimsy and half in the clouds.
When I write I pull down the thick cotton fluff from the sky and wind it into a thread of a tale.
Tell me whatever you wish, or whatever suits you.
Anything and everything would be much appreciated, obliged, and helpful. (Although, constructive criticism more so than harsh, un-constructive criticism.)
Written By: Ciara Cagemoe
February 6, 2016