Thursday, February 27, 2014

my fondest memory of late

laying in a clawfoot tub
a sea of hot water
sunlight pouring in
trying not to splash
onto the pages of the Hemingway novel
in my hands

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  1. Optimistic ExistentialistFebruary 27, 2014 at 8:29 AM

    Love the scene here. I always get a little water on the pages though when I have attempted to do this :)

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