Why is it that on busy weeks packed with stuff, I wish I was holed up reading and drawing? And why, when I'm relaxing and reading, do I want to run around outside and skate and bike?
8.10.10
BUZY BEEZ
Posted by P.J.S. at 11:21
Labels: books, this modern world, thought
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