Category archives: Daydreams

Of course, all I really want for Christmas is to go back (…been dreaming of London every night for three weeks and wondering when it will snow.)

I am reading too much in a vain effort to make the words come back. Reading of burning girls and betrayal, and boys who watch through window panes as everybody dies. The March’s History for a dash of comfort, milk… continue reading »

My little heart thieves.

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