Ericka Boone

Observer. Writer. Storyteller.

United States

The lush green field with pops of spring flowers against the orange purple sunset, the intoxicating aroma of earth and perfume had all been replaced with a cold, black, flat parking lot. Smog and old tar from the now abandoned land filled the senses. In the middle of this crumbling cracked asphalt, a sweet wildflower finds its way to peek through and greet the morning sun.

I am this wildflower. I am hope, simplicity and determination. I want to work with you and together create something beautiful.

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