white on white,
she sits on rasping lace
careful eyes on careful hands
a blush upon her mother's face
"Is there anything you'd like to know before tonight?"
H: Yes, Isle?
I: Can you fly?
H: No Isle, I cannot fly.
I: But I can fly.
H: That's because you have wings. Wings with soft feathers, and light bones to lift you towards the...
It's the kind of thing to which you cannot admit your agreement.
"If they offered me a choice between world peace and being a size zero forever," she caught her breath of laughter,...
My dear Miss Chauntlery,
I do apologize for not returning your correspondence of 17 May. I had meant to write when I first recieved your letter twenty-three years ago, but found...
Will it intimate independance if I buy a drink before he arrives?