true love.

I need to go to bed but I must write this first. I've been reminded of my life back in Africa. The power has gone out and I am writing now to you by light of my lantern [on paper]. Perhaps I am a true romantic at heart or a pioneer spirit but I love this. I often wish it was always like this.
This is my true love. Rustic. Simple. No frills. Just me, the lantern and . . . the lights just came back on. . . boo.

Comments

Andrea said…
haha..except if it was always like that, you'd have no skype. it's always nice to have a little of both, i think. :)
Sarah said…
Loved the lantern. Miss the lantern. Miss you.

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