O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com
I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.
Friday, January 27
Flash is ugly, but the lighting's too dim. It's 50 degrees if I'm not wrong. Halfway to being cooked to death.