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" Je suis amoureuse du soleil " a chuchoté la lune

31 October
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{ " Je suis amoureuse du soleil " a chuchoté la lune }

" I am in love with the sun " whispered the moon.

The Secret Garden was what Mary called it when she was thinking of it. She liked the name, and she liked still more the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shut her in no one knew where she was. It seemed almost like being shut out of the world in some fairy place. The few books she had read and liked had been fairy-story books, and she had read of secret gardens in some of the stories. Sometimes people went to sleep in them for a hundred years, which she had thought must be rather stupid. She had no intention of going to sleep, and, in fact, she was becoming wider awake every day which passed at Misselthwaite.

- Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

beatrix potter's wonderful world, being apart of him, being together, cold crisp afternoons, cold delicate mornings, cold morning fingers, darkness turning to light, drama, driving windows down, feeling like being loved, fireworks, flowers, having him hold me, heaven, his bed, his dimpled smile, his smiles, ida rentoul outhwaite, loud angry emotions, love, my family, my twin brother, old love letters, opposites and exacts, pillows, pink skies, pressed flowers, romance, sad things, soft dresses, soft fingers, soft lips, soft loving emotions, soul, sweet soft roses, that bittersweet taste, that soft powder smell, the feeling of heartbreak, the smell of blood, the sun and moon, touching his chest lightly, tragic romances, twins, warm hugs, watching the moon, watching the sunset, winter pink sunrises, wishing on stars, wishing we were more, writing love on clouds