The words she knows, the tune she hums

We had ten thousand markers from grandma the scrapbook hooker. When they died we would collect them in a mason jar. Today Finn and I made a mobile thingy with them. I tried hard to show how beautiful it was by filming it all wonky and taking a photograph in the bathroom of rehab with no curtains. Alas-yr gonna just have to trust me that the kid made a sweet looking recycled piece. If he was in Soho he would most likely have a