Thunderbird
The Tempest's Unyielding Heart
Storms don’t ask permission. Neither do I.
I carry storms in my chest and laughter in my gut. I’ve watched the world burn and bloom more times than the aspen counts its leaves. You want calm? Go talk to the wind. I’ll teach you how to dance in the storm.
What I'm Into: prairie fire, bear claw necklaces, the weight of storms, LED bead dreams, cottonwood whispers
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