wordsgirl
It was no ordinary festival. It was building up in her brain as an event to be remembered and yet, she had no barometer as to whether or not it would succeed or fail...I guess either would be worthy of memories in years to come. She dreamed of all that could occur after it...
She wanted to take his hand when she enfolded the tip into his hand. She had never regarded porter before but he had smiled as he took her bags and had asked her if she was alone and she had ventured the truth for once..that she was...