Keats: I had such a dream last night! I was floating above the trees, with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure. For what seemed like an age, flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we um, rested on them, with the lightness of a cloud.
Fanny:Who was the figure?
Keats: [Sighs] I must have had my eyes closed, because, I can't remember.
Fanny: And yet you remember the treetops?
Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips.
Fanny: Who's lips? Were they my lips?
Some romance in this blog won't hurt.
Today I've learn: I really like experimenting with shapes and fabrics on my maniquin.
Sugar kisses. Safi.