I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. God, I'm depressed. : comments.
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Thanks, hon.
I'm putting it aside. I'll look at it again tomorrow. I've decided to eat instead (why didn't I put any chocolate on the Tesco order?) - and write fic. Fic is never as hard to write, have you noticed?
Thanks for your hugs and words of writerly wisdom. maybe the wretched thing will look less dung-like in the morning. ::nods in attempt to convince self::