Saturday, June 26, 2010

Chronicles from the accutely tired.

The girl with the golden earring never knew her fate.

But all I can think of is a decent bed and sleep. The traveling has wearied me and instead of resting I'm running around all day, doing everything and nothing at all. The only consolation is my return, but that too ... is another trip of 1300 km.

Love is a strange thing.

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