Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same.
~E. Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Once again, into the breach...err, semester...
Trying the blog thing again are you? Pardon me if I don't stay awake until you leave it hanging...again... -Willow-Pickle Here we f...
-
She truly was transcontinental. You know, I'm sitting here staring at the blank screen and can't even bring myself to type the w... -
love Originally uploaded by Nancy Dunne I've been thinking (since before I even left the UK) about what I wanted to say here at ...
No comments:
Post a Comment