Rosalyn Clawthorne
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Rosalyn sits with a notebook, she’s writing something. She’s got her acoustic guitar sitting out next to her. “Something about her hair… colorful, like a field of flowers…” She muttered as she wrote.
Rosalyn sits with a notebook, she’s writing something. She’s got her acoustic guitar sitting out next to her. “Something about her hair… colorful, like a field of flowers…” She muttered as she wrote.