Federico, I have a question to put to you. I’ll go ahead and ask it. I know I shouldn’t, I know there’s nothing literary about it and that it’s a question a woman would ask, but I’ll ask it anyway: where are we headed? A kiss from your paper island Emma
The bunch of pretty pink spray roses that I bought shortly before Christmas have been slowly wilting, but I wanted to take a photo of them before I threw them out. They looked so happy on my window sill...will have to buy a new bunch of flowers tomorrow.