hobbies:
rain... cross-shoulder glances, a Victorian hearth, hushed flames of ember, the scent of tea and oranges, muffled voices filtering from a distant room, lying on cool sheets, the somber embrace... rain.


i... here within:
her face is in the leaves, lush wind torn amulets that shield her blue wish.
fingers wisp lightly the blonde forest,
she is leaning out,
perhaps forever.

fax quote:
"snug within one anothers thoughts we hide"... from some lost memo to self.

to all fondly...

georgi lane