fascistprincess

The girl-Sarah travelled with my mother to go see my grandmother whom is foreign to such things as the language with which I write. If what is written above is true then what will occur is a sort of muttering communication between the girl-Sarah and grandmother but will be understood through much groping and touching of which woman of my mother's blood are quite fond. Me, I remember loneliness with a longing; nothing is really bad right now, just saturated heat and wetness. That is, it is hot and moist.