One of my most frequent day dream is to sit by my window sill, knees up and a book on the lap.
And I can listen forever to the bells of those grazing cows and gaze forever outside the window.
And all my life - a doting family, special siblings, friends who are soul mates - their lives, our anecdotes, our issues, our ideas, arguments, neighbours, work, special moments, rebellious spirits and dreams hurl down my head as word bubbles.
This is my window sill.
- itching to write by the window sill
Thursday, 2 October 2008
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