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Head of Zeus

  • b3661377095has quoted2 years ago
    A Little Love is dedicated to the woman who never taught me to bake, but did teach me to climb mountains and reach for the sky. She is the person I go to for everything from a cup of sugar to good advice. She has had my back since I took my first breath and my life without her would be no life at all. My mum, Anne, who I love with all my heart.
  • b7259474944has quoted2 years ago
    I need an artiste! Someone who has the eye, the touch and the imagination, someone who can turn sugar paste into pure fantasy, someone who can make the dreams of others into reality!

    This is my description!

  • Alyzza Romineshas quotedlast year
    She is the person I go to for everything from a cup of sugar to good advice.
  • b8053699929has quoted2 years ago
    adjusting to her first time in the light.
  • b3294153772has quoted2 years ago
    care about birds when people are dying
  • Andjelijahas quotedlast year
    We all can be no more, or less, than who we are.”
  • nyctophhas quotedlast year
    Everything is valuable under the right conditions. To a man dying of thirst, water be more precious than gold. To a drowning man, water be of little worth and great trouble
  • Nadnadhas quotedlast year
    start of their journey, here among the west London rooftops, living with this assured, worldly woman. Pru followed Trudy down a narrow hallway, noting the way she swept along on her high heels, which made her look refined and sophisticated, sexy. She was going to practise that walk and when she had enough money, buy herself a pair of high-heeled red patent leather shoes, just like Trudys.
  • Nadnadhas quotedlast year
    The day that she and Milly had arrived at the six-storey terrace on Kenway Road, they had thought they were invincible, immune to the regrets and recriminations that came with old age. It was the last in a long list of rentals that she and Milly had painstakingly ringed in the small ads, and from the moment they arrived they knew it was the place for them. A statuesque, elegant woman opened the door wearing a silk kimono and smoking a thin cigar in an ivory cigarette holder. She introduced herself as Trudy; she lived in a flat on the top floor. Pru walked to one of two deep-set sash windows on the landing and gazed at the most incredible view of the London skyline, all the way out to Fulham and beyond. She let her eyes skim the horizon and red-brick chimney pots. This would be the
  • Nadnadhas quotedlast year
    The cleaners in their blue nylon tabards and with their hair scraped up into untidy knots were hard at it, buff
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