You don't want to write about anything real.
So I'm going to let my thought run riot on digital free paper.
It's snowing in Bath, or so Rob says. I crave some snow. The bit fat sort of flake that makes my cry a little because it is soft and cold and pretty. I want to be soft and cold and pretty, here in my snowy jumper. Lizzy calls me pretty. Rob calls me beautiful. Maybe oh yes I am.
I might call someone random beautiful today. Like he said.
I love knitting.
I'll be back soon.
The sky is thick with clouds. It's coming. The snow must be coming. The wind has blown it in from the northeast. A good sign. Yorkshire down to London had snow.
I must go now. I have French.
3 comments:
Have you ever actually called someone random beautiful? It's amazing! But you have to mean it, otherwise it's just a shallow comment. Oh, I think you have inspired me to do that again today. It's so great to make people smile huh?
Thanks for stopping by my blog. See you around!
-Engrafted
Heh, a year AND a day. How 'bout that?
You ARE beautiful. I enjoyed painting your face. You have a beautifully shaped head.
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