Friday, 22 April 2011

how i want to live

There, I think. Books stacked against the walls, creaky whitewashed floorboards and so much light.

I started writing something a few days back. It's been a few months since I've last worked on something. Now I'm writing fragments and joining them together, bits and pieces involving sunsets and lawns and the quiet of a city by dawn.

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