tangerine sonatas and ballads of cornflower blue.
And I would waste every second of every
everlasting hour, if they were wasted with you."
— from my poem “If We Were Wishing, Now.” Found here.
This is a dumping ground and file cabinet and [TOP SECRET] cosmic inventory for stuff and stuff related to my (many) writing sojourns. Call me Camilla, by the way.
Oh, and the whale's name is REVOLVER, and he's just a dote. A good friend of mine gave him to me. You'll love 'im, I promise. He likes vanilla things.