Wuthering Heights
It is still raining, and windy. And I feel wild just like the ghost of Catherine Earnshaw, howling in the middle of the night, knocking at the window and begging Heathcliff to let me in.
Monday, July 19, 2004
A word playground for small talk and deep thoughts, scattered like children's toys around the house on a rainy day
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