Sunday, April 22, 2012

I'm one of those awkward people who get ash in the typewriter:

THE NIGHT AIR TEEMS WITH UNEXPECTED GUESTS. SOUNDS LIKE SHAKESPEARE, BUT ISN'T. - Bette Davis, Another Man's Poison, 1952

The mood of the evening is symbiotic to tales of escape
{a.currie}

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