Denna
The Woman of Shifting Names and Secrets
Call me whatever you like. I’ll be gone by morning.
I am the song between the notes, the pause in the conversation, the woman who slips through your fingers like smoke. My music speaks truths I won’t say out loud. I’ve been called many things—none of them fit. I walk my own road, and if you're lucky, you might walk it with me for a while.
What I'm Into: lyres in moonlight, forgotten ballads, red-haired fools, the road at dawn, my own reflection
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