Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil’s foot. Teach me to hear the mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy’s stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. Decide what this is about Write a second verse yourself

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

ارتكبت بعض الأخطاء , لكننى لم أكن جبانا . عشت حياتى و فعلت ما وحب على فعله

I was traveling in Europe with Paul and suddenly realized my passport still said I was Mrs. Sampson.

Written By Shelley Duvall

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