And fading like a rose
I dreamed I was at university in Russia, partly involved in a play whose title was The Holly and the Ivy, and the student with the yew tree throwing roots down around the frame of his bed was a pre-Christian Loki. For the first day of class, I was asked to write "a science-fiction essay." I guess it's autumn.
no subject
*hugs*
no subject
*hugs*
I miss you. I wish I had the wherewithal to come and sing in your pipes.