Monday, 5 April 2010

ITALY (i)






When my grandfather died, I decided I would choose a star and pretend it was him. So I talked to him, I mean, I talked to the star. It was nice. It's a shame I have no idea which star it is now! I wonder if I could ever forgive myself in case I picked another one...

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful sentiment, sorry it's taken me so long to catch up with your blog xXx

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