Sunday, November 1, 2009


I miss the days when I could get lost in a book.

Now, I'm all grown up.

And there are always other things to worry about.

1 comment:

  1. At 27 I am finally at a place in my life where I can get lost in a book again. I am so grateful. It is a wonderful place. I hope you find your way back. :)


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