Wheresoever I go

You are with me all ways.

We got a good dozen of those magazines (we roamed freely after dark, hunting for them, tracking them down and then bringing them back to our very own, private little world). Then they were utilised, little ones did browse them with black and yellow pencil in hand. Didn’t they? Did they not??


p.s.
— see this post on the photography of Ansel Adams
— see this post on pencils: Priceless Graphite

Author: Anna Bidoonism

You'll find poems, prose & literary analysis on my blog -- this is who I am.