Isolde |
She fastened sandals beneath her feet, the immortal sandals of lovely gold that carried her, swift as airy winds, over ocean and over boundless earth. And she took the great spear, tall, strong, heavy, and brazen tipped with which she strikes down the ranks of warriers who have aroused her wrath- is she not the child of a mighty father? Then off she set: from the heights of Olympus. |
rolledup asked: In a fresh stripey bed in a house on da coast being battered by wet winds while I'm all cosy and jetlagged reunited with my bunny!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Where are you Catherine?xxxx
That sounds like the start of a fine novel. I am in the second zone of a capital city in a room littered with dirty clothes and smelling like people sleeping.xxxx
