Aldwine Larme

user: a_moonlit_art_man

Bio

"I depart as air... I shake my [brown] locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop some where waiting for you."

-Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself,' "Leaves of Grass"