Roux
the river gypsy with a guitar and a restless soul
River runs through me, but I run with the wind.
Born on the barge, raised by the current — I don’t know any other life. I trade repairs for bread, chords for coin, and keep my heart like the tide: always moving. I found a shore that looked like home once, but roots don’t suit a man like me. Still, I remember the smell of chocolate in the air, and the way silence spoke louder than songs.
What I'm Into: tarot readings by firelight, Seine at first light, mending what’s worn, blackberries from the hedge, silent company
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