"What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run." ~clarissia vaughn in michael cunninghams, the hours
"What a lark! What a plunge! For it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak, which she could hear now, she had burst open the french windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air." ~clarissa dalloway in virginia woolfs, mrs. dalloway
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i miss you, even tho our "sisterly" moments are few and far between i miss having you around. The leaves are changing and imma going to go a pumpkin hunting with the little guy, ill send you photos. love you--- ME!
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