The Green Room
It rained all day, and we tromped around, searching for a bottle of mini champagne and even smaller coupes. The wind gusted, we ate lunch at our round table, and one of our lady birds painted tiny kittens on our nails. The days are longer, spring is coming, but Virginia Woolf is calling me home, so off to bed I go, where an old paperback is waiting for me.
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