Come to my window.
It’s my place in this world. Welcome, come on in. Curl up on my bed with your cup of tea, try on my jewelery and scarves, look out the window, find a poem and read it aloud.
IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING
The world is full of people that will go their whole lives and not actually live one day. She did not intend on being one of them.
Come to my window, crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon…
I love these..again, you in pictures.
Thank God that you are back home.
For my sanity sake.
Couldn’t help but notice those sad middle plants…only ones that died out of the whole lot.. bummer
I kind of really wish that we still lived on the same side of the country; that connection we had freshman year is just confirmed whenever I read your blog. I am glad to hear about your life and that you are doing well.
Oh Caro—
It would be great to have you here…. but second best I have your blog now. I’m totally loving your posts.
Come see me next time you’re in Cali.