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Your coffee was cold anyways
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2014
So you’re sitting in the commons with crazy Helena Bomana carter hair, slept on then pinned back to look intentional, chugging your cold decafe latte when you spill a drop on the jacket you are wearing in order to find out if you want to keep it or return it when you realise karma’s not a bitch, she’s simply a very good and wise friend who ALWAYS knows what you need to see life clearly, so you take a deep breathe in, ignore the 550 emails building up in your inbox, don the jacket and find a swing set
:-D
Very subtle, mysterious, intriging! I was already mystified and enthralled, then you totally derailed me with the Hellena Bonham Carter reference! I flashed back to a poem I wrote about her eyes in Hamlet, and got further afield! I love the poem! I haven't gotten a grip on it yet, and perhaps may not, but perhaps that's the attraction of it. I love my Lady with all I am, but as well as I know her, as long as we've been together, she is sometimes a mystery to me, and that is such a gift!
:) thanks love
as someone who sees a lot coming I always find a bit of mystery refreshing!
Much Love
Ashley