A couple of months ago Laurel agreed to submit to my dark art. You see the result above.
I feel very close to Laurel and always root for her. She’s got a big heart but doesn’t know it, or tries to refuse it because it is too big to handle. Something. She is in love with life and has a big crush on death, which I think is okay as long as she doesn’t kill herself over it. She quotes Anna Swir- “A poet should be as sensitive as an aching tooth” and I think Laurel pretty much lives up to this description.
Anyway. I seem to be in a primarily visual mode right now, and my words feel like ill-shaped blocks of wood, so I’ll shut up now and let you all look at the pictures.
Hope you like this, Laurel.