our house is storming. maids running around. frenetical. calling.
calling, "Aurora! Aurora!"
calling, "Your mother wants you downstairs immediately!"
calling, "Show yourself, child!"
what now? what this time? they're thinking as I climb out my window and into the day.
poor maids. poor witnesses. poor anonym somebody who watches you.
ReplyDeleteBut still, you're about as unpoor as can be.. lalala, I'll listen to you on myspace for more ecstacy
oh my your like cinderella!
ReplyDeletelove your writing!
ReplyDeleteand that photo is amazing.
xoxo
your window shots are amazing! why this obsession with windows? how many are there in your room?
ReplyDeleteamazing room! I would to have this kinde of windows in my own hause:)
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