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, March 17
The sun was blazing and everyone was seeking refuge in the shade. I've got burnt shoulders as proof.