An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Saturday, 19 August 2017
I find it ironic, that the very thing I was trying to avoid when I left where I grew up, has now engulfed my life.... Loneliness....And I have no one to blame but myself.
