it’s rustic and bohemian on the wrong side of the tracks never meant as a place of abode i feel no adventure or 'roughing it' in your voice when you speak of no heat and primitive conditions i hear instead the weariness of your grandmothers eking out their meager existence those proud enchanting... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
"you can love only one person at a time," she said "i don't believe that's true" "it's in all the books and movies and that's what people say" then my socialization came to naught can a clay pot contain the ocean? Sign in to see full entry.