little girl, sitting in your window seat, sun streaming through eyelet curtains. you dream of love and words and think in colours and scrapbook pages. never imagined the dark valleys you'd crawl, but never envisioned the beauty you'd find. a phoenix amongst the ashes. you see the world through your lens and paintbrush, framed in shadow and light, bright with promise and colour. your heart holds the hearts of many, those who've gone before and those you wrap in your arms each night. you are a multicolored quilt of tattered memories and homebaked love, patchwork squares of passion and art and laughter.