I experience her in slow motion - like the best part of an indie rock song or art-house film. Play that part again...
She is a dichotomy: wispy-willow, slender-trace air ; then barrel-roll, gusty-wind guffaw.
Somewhere in the land of Lincoln, a lithe beauty has emerged from a dense wood. She dusts the flurries off her rosy, frost-kissed cheeks, rides aloft on a Nor'easter and settles peacefully...here. Yea Callie! Muse, music, and must-see! Glad to be friends and creative partners.
Proud auntie of three little birds.
(N0. 9 in the '250...mofos' series)