Friday, September 21, 2012

come&wash my bones..

rain is always romantic.
it truly is far more romantic in Paris.
maybe because i expect it to be.
either way, it is. 

it's been drizzling/pouring/drizzling for the last 4 hours.
i'm curled up in my bed,
sketching & watching 'An American in Paris'.
the window is open & the rain sounds so lovely on the tin rooftops as it falls down the alley to my sill.
it's almost as if i can hear every single drop's journey. 

forget work, it's friday-
come snuggle, M?

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