"I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Monday, July 4, 2011
My life
is way too hectic. The inevitable unexpected things take up the quiet spaces between activities.
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