Monday, April 5, 2010


First post. I am not sure what to say. I am sure no matter I say it will never be nearly as witty as I think it should be. So then, what's left for me to say?

I am sleepy. Spring time calls for naps with open widows and tea and soft cakes. All of which have been a part of my today. I'm day-dreaming of being a farmer or an Indian maiden stading in tall grass in an open sunny plane.

So many things are changing, but I suppose that's the nature of things and Spring time marks a time to ebrace them. Prickly and thorny, and rough to the touch though they may be.

So here goes nuthin.

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