...we have lingered in the chambers of the sea
by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
till human voices wake us, and we drown.
-t.s. eliotJonathan's sleeping. Poor guy, he's all tired. I hate to admit it, but I was a total wench today to him. I kept yelling, and arguing, and all sorts of other stuff. I feel bad
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