Someone opened the door for me on my way into the library
I saw on old book, inside there was a poem about a highland lord and his bride it was sad but.... (man, I wanted to say beautiful then I started thinking about what does the word beautiful mean, now I don't know what adjective to use!)
In class we treated our own roll of film, my hands still feel and smell like fixer and my head still aches but it was really exciting,
While in the pitch black we talked about Wait Until Dark and Charades,
Aimee called, just to talk.
1 comment:
what a fantastic day! I'm glad someone opened the door for you. As it should be! What was the poem, I want to read it.
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