“You are a glass of youth; this night I choose
Deep in your magic labyrinths to stray,
Where rants the Red Queen in her splendid hues… 358 more words
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Who are YOU? said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I–I hardly know, sir, just at present– at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
Morning everyone, it’s Liza, the Owner of The Wandering Path…this will be very short as I had planned to write something good this morning but I fell back asleep and left my cell in my bag in the kitchen so no back up alarm today…Have a great Monday all and hope that you didn’t have a “white rabbit” moment today like me; if you do hopefully you have a smidge of time to get dressed, out the door, without an Alice on your heels. 8 more words