My inspiration for today, for this year, for this life… is Mister Dog. Mr. Crispin’s Crispian. The dog who belonged to himself. Who was his own. A trait I am still trying (rather desperately) to figure out!
August 3rd
Buster Chaplin
the slightly mad- and certainly neurotic- ramblings of Camille Knox, a girl who did not want to grow up... but did.
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