"...do you remember how it was last year, when the dusk came sooner, you held my hand on the top step of my porch..."
Friday, September 18, 2009
downcast... but hopeful
that is the only way I could describe her. i think she has an Eleanor Rigby way about her. "...picks up the rice in church where a wedding has been, lives in a dream."
endless doodles cover every inch of white space within my grasp, endless home-made melodies run through my head, while endless projects wait to be crocheted...
It's lovely. I like the Eleanor Rigby connection.
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