azurebreeze azurebreeze azurebreeeze....that's me. The aural blue of the Lake Michigan breeze washing over me, cleansing my essence and setting me free. Free to be me to paint on naked men's bodies with my fingers, or to write poems of drinking firey kisses and wrestling in banana sundaes. Hanging in Waukesha, the place of "Little Foxes," with the Fox River running past my house. Indian mounds, and the five pointed star downtown that was former Indian trails leading to the campsite. Taking photos of lightening in the sky. Forbidden kisses in the backyard. Oh my! ;) 020429 ... . . 050202 what's it to you? who go blather from