by factotum
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"It was something that lasted; something that mattered for ever. She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique."
Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
Maybe it's just me - but there's something a bit odd going on here today - there's a big gap at the top of your page; I have to scroll down to the picture.
Like the many ghostly feet you have there... :)
nige says:
i always get that with Facto's page.
big up for small jumps - they are still jumps after all. you're going on my *star jumpers* list!
swamprose says:
and BARE feet. and x-ray! I can see your bones, i really can..:)
