Della, a sarcastic, foul-mouthed artist with a fierce inner monologue seems to move through life un-phased, until a momentary encounter with a stranger that hands her a folded paper crane. A work in progress, mostly rough-drafted ideas sewn crudely together. Please feel free to credit, edit, criticize constructively and offer your ideas, likes, or dislikes. The whole story is subject to extreme changes. I'm just having fun. :)(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs