I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Monday, 28 November 2011
i am
stubborn and humorous, like my Gido vulnerable but most definitely not a saint, like my Baba quiet, pale & sickly, like my Grandfather social, loving and a procrastinator, like my Grandmother
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