It can be so sad, snow. And yet so ever beautiful I think. Poor Francesca. Pray for the Anobiles and her friends. Thinks seem so innocent at times. But this world is not our friend. Still, snow seems so pure and crisp when it first falls. After a long storm, all the white seems brighter and purer than the sun. But it isn't. Every spring returns a true perspective. hmmm. And of course we come along and make everything ugly and muddy and ice. Snow is just for looking at. I do so love snow.
~miri
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- miri
- my name is Jenmiri Aeamwen (given to me by my beloved fam). I am part housemaid, part nanny, part librarian, part barista, part writer, part handyman (I wonder if it should be called handygirl, or handywoman, or something), and mostly design artist. I come from Derbyshire (yes I know, not very specific eh?) in a little village about midway between Derby and Manchester. I am an orphan, and have grown up with my older sister Magi and a wonderful foreign family whom we work for here in the UK. I hope you’ll forgive me for my silliness in doing this, but I trust you’ll be so good as to take a look into my world, and see that same light that keeps me going here every day. I hope to share that with you, nomatter who you are. Please accept it.
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