I am so tired of reading the same few lines and I’m certain that you must be as well. Where are the days of wit and word that graced the pages of old? As an avid reader, I long for their return. Weave the craft of honest discretion, to tell me who you are and show to me in action the greatness of your heart, for I am but a wanderer upon the earthly plain, searching for some happiness, some laughter, and my greatest love.In this space, my worded canvas, the brush begins its course, first with the background of a spicy Italian, the hues warm and inviting reminiscence of welcoming hearth. Food stands out an important stone in the foundation of life, and so, I am working toward a degree in dietetics. I have the passions of Desdemona, virtuous wife of the brave Othello, the determination of Eowyn, the swordswoman of Rohan, the craft and wit of the lovely Portia, who saved the merchant of Venice, and the heart of Ophelia, true and passionate to her prince.I could tell of tedious details, to lull you into sleep, but rather I will cast spells to entice a meeting of minds and auras for discovery of our potential. I am a student of Magicka, central in my spiritual centering. Honest conversation, laughter, dancing, lovely dinners, a glass of wine, or a stroll in the moonlight all are welcome with me.