Some days I felt and urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing in the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to do it, somebody had to hang onto the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That it was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard that word. -Annie Dillard
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it's so good to see you in "that" kind of a picture. someday i'm going to make a photo album of my girlfriends in "that" kind of a picture.
Looking back to the "existentialism on quaker lane" post . . . what's the source of those lines? Did you write them?
nice pic DARLING!
:D hehe... uhm read my blog :P
Who, who, who are you talking to with such stardust in your eyes?
When you come in May it's a date.
who are you even talking to? ...
<3 ...i wonder who i would sit in the rain to talk to...
so, you never post anymore.
I wonder whyyyyyy?
LOL
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