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.
Sunday, 16 August 2020
I miss my cabin so much right now, even if it is no longer home for me. Wish I could be more decisive with my thoughts and actions. But the peace I feel still tells me that this time I made the right choice, for now.
