you've a look of this bronte m'dear. my folks were a fan of austen - hence my name. but i have visited the bronte house when i was wee (you MUST go!) and spent ages writing really little just like the books they made on left over bits of sugar paper. they are teensy. anyway don't be visiting paris without so much as a ciao again. or there'll be trouble (might be in roma in june)
my dad grew up round the corner, the bit of me that is british is yorkshire. through and through hence my uttermost identification with the aformentioned, minus the genius. just the folly.
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that. -- Yes, I know it. --You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
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you've a look of this bronte m'dear. my folks were a fan of austen - hence my name. but i have visited the bronte house when i was wee (you MUST go!) and spent ages writing really little just like the books they made on left over bits of sugar paper. they are teensy. anyway don't be visiting paris without so much as a ciao again. or there'll be trouble (might be in roma in june)
my dad grew up round the corner, the bit of me that is british is yorkshire. through and through hence my uttermost identification with the aformentioned, minus the genius. just the folly.
emma eh? yeah yeah.
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