A paper trail
A fickle fire
A burning of paper
Piles of paper
Piles of files
Piles of ashes
Forgot the letters
Forgot the numbers
Forgot the rest of the story
Though it's not been told.
Don't burn that too, it may be interesting.
Open up and read it.
About Me
- Leila Rousseau
- Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.
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