I fell in love with a translator. The feeling died the minute he walked out of the bookfair. It’s been ten million years… Today it smelled of newly washed clothes. Unplanned sleepovers are the best! My hands smelled like oranges [...]
June 8, 2008 | Posted in Bits and pieces, For a minute there I lost myself, Music sounds better with you, uRMa/Byron/Kumm
