She wore a chignon in her hair
pulling it tightly from her face
Aragon’s image carved by time
the walking ghost of Isabella.
She moved along with quiet grace… 103 more words
It’s Saturday. Finally. Weekends have taken on an entirely new meaning for me since I started school again. It’s become obvious that I took on way too much this quarter, and I’m pretty much locked into a similar workload for spring quarter at this point, since I told the University of Washington what I plan to take between now and fall in my application. 356 more words
‘Youth is beauty and beauty is youth’ feels like a phrase that has been deeply embedded in the recesses of my brain forever.
Now that I am middle aged, I have frequently stopped to consider who I might be in society, and what I might represent. 389 more words