Lena
I'm sleeping on the floor, thinking about talking; thinking about running. 'Running'. I could hear them whisper small lyrical secrets as I crocheted a red bracelet for a little girl I'll probably never meet. I hummed, to drown out their tainted voices and I twisted the needle; running red yarn across my fingers, and wrists. I'd like to think that ( Read more... )
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I was thinking today as we rode home "I wonder if she knows about Lady Lena."
It was because of something to do with my own cousins (my mother's niece and nephew) that I thought of it.
I would ask if you're all right but I can sometimes do without stating the obvious.
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