The book she read was ‘Ethan Frome’;
The smile, though, was all her own —
A library of innocence
And literary
Impudence
The book she read was ‘Ethan Frome’;
The smile, though, was all her own —
A library of innocence
And literary
Impudence
My sister is asleep on the couch about eight feet behind me. Reading this particular post while listening to her soft snores makes me smile. (Some things–and librarian proximities–are sweeter than others.)
I understand completely.