contemplativeI loved my friend;
He went away from me.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began;
I loved my friend.
- Langston Hughes
It's going to be very great to see Tash for lunch today. I'm debating printing out pictures of all the people I'm going to be trying to talk about to her, to save me trying to describe them...but that would be sad.
Which, of course, I never am.
Today's lyrics are here.
Love you all!
E.
x
