Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
back to bed then
Injured, can't leave home and drink too much wild berry herbal tea.
Like Quasimodo I hobble around and look at the world through the windows. Time seems to stop. I can't walk but it feels like a vacation and I don't want it to end.
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