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Day 52: The tears that stain the pages
I simply didn't bother spending too much time getting "that look" in this shot, because well, figured I'd quickly get a shot for day 52 before midnight struck-before my time was up for today.
Didn't really take any photos, nonewhatsoever when I went to London and Oxford with Teresa [arriving in London last evening and making day trip to Oxford then home].... Spent most of my spare time on the bus reading the book displayed in the above photo.
And I simply refused to read the ending on a bus, so waited to read the last few chapters in the sanctuary of my own bedroom, upon one's comfy bed, snuggled up warm, and simply within arm's-reach of the tissue-paper.
Yup, I cried (!) to children's literature!!! [but then again you could argue an average kid would find it very difficult to understand the thick and complex plot of such literature! what with such complex language...] but yep. I cried.
Thanks for not revealing the ending to me too, btw, and I too, will simply not reveal the ending to anyone else either [unless of course you've read the ending, and you're simply up for a nice little discussion on the books and whatnot].
In conclusion, I'm going to miss the adventures of holding a Harry Potter book in my hand in the future [just reading it for the first time, not knowing what'll happen next]. Damn these books have played a part in my previous years and summers... Worth another 365 shot me thinks...
Gosh I love Harry Potter.
Day 52: The tears that stain the pages
I simply didn't bother spending too much time getting "that look" in this shot, because well, figured I'd quickly get a shot for day 52 before midnight struck-before my time was up for today.
Didn't really take any photos, nonewhatsoever when I went to London and Oxford with Teresa [arriving in London last evening and making day trip to Oxford then home].... Spent most of my spare time on the bus reading the book displayed in the above photo.
And I simply refused to read the ending on a bus, so waited to read the last few chapters in the sanctuary of my own bedroom, upon one's comfy bed, snuggled up warm, and simply within arm's-reach of the tissue-paper.
Yup, I cried (!) to children's literature!!! [but then again you could argue an average kid would find it very difficult to understand the thick and complex plot of such literature! what with such complex language...] but yep. I cried.
Thanks for not revealing the ending to me too, btw, and I too, will simply not reveal the ending to anyone else either [unless of course you've read the ending, and you're simply up for a nice little discussion on the books and whatnot].
In conclusion, I'm going to miss the adventures of holding a Harry Potter book in my hand in the future [just reading it for the first time, not knowing what'll happen next]. Damn these books have played a part in my previous years and summers... Worth another 365 shot me thinks...
Gosh I love Harry Potter.