Cold...
As the winter approaches, so do the returns of the memories I have had this summer, during that bizzare week of snow.
...I had hoped not to face them again.
It is troublesome, this slow memory gain. I stew over what I already know, pouring over the notes, trying to make sense of the whole story, and the parts that I least want to remember are the most often I do.
Perhaps I ought to buy a thicker coat. It is... rather unbecoming constantly having a blanket around oneself.
...I had hoped not to face them again.
It is troublesome, this slow memory gain. I stew over what I already know, pouring over the notes, trying to make sense of the whole story, and the parts that I least want to remember are the most often I do.
Perhaps I ought to buy a thicker coat. It is... rather unbecoming constantly having a blanket around oneself.