Friday, January 14, 2011
Dear D,
We miss you when it snows. Can Hawai'i do this?
love,
SP and Halifax
P.S. When it snows, I feel like I live in a Louisa May Alcott novel. Or perhaps, as my mother suggests, the street-lamped forests of Narnia.
Dear D,
We miss you when it snows. Can Hawai'i do this?
love,
SP and Halifax
P.S. When it snows, I feel like I live in a Louisa May Alcott novel. Or perhaps, as my mother suggests, the street-lamped forests of Narnia.
