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.
Tuesday, 28 July 2020
I finally had enough and had to make a change in my life, for my own well-being, only I've never felt more exposed. No going back now.