By and by all trace is gone, and what is forgotten is not only the footprints but the water too and what it is down there. The rest is weather. Not the breath of the disremembered and unaccounted, but wind in the eaves, or spring ice thawing too quicky. Just weather. Certainly no clamour for a kiss.



I'm so proud of myself!tts the last para of beloved
finally finished it!
tml shall be the day i start work proper!
i swear i wilL!
i have to!!



i cant stand it anymore!
boredom is killing me!
maybe i shld slp earlier today..
yesss!
tts it!