"She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble." - Virginia Woolf
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Missing London
Just a few recent videos from the YouTube to celebrate this glorious city and express my longing to return:
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