I'm wrapped up under the duvet, listening to Chopin. He wants to know if I'm okay.Me: I'm fine, I'm just feeling...well, not blue, exactly, but...
Him: Turquoise.
Me: Yes.
(He gets me. He really does!)
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- Miranda W.
- Oxford, United Kingdom
- The author seeks frequent comfort from the question: "Where is there dignity unless there is honesty?" She mostly blogs about being an American in Oxford, but also blogs about things like food, love, bicycles, fashion, and books, so it's a bit of a mixed bag, really.
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2009
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February
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- Notes on New York City V
- Notes on New York City IV
- Notes on New York City III
- Notes on New York City II
- Notes on New York City I
- How to Pack for a Midwinter Vacation
- House of Words
- Lost in Translation?
- On Beer and Human Company: How the Rusty Bicycle i...
- Another Late Night London Sky
- Er, it's Sunday, and...We're a Little Weird
- Lessons from a Friday Night at Tesco
- Rusty Bicycle Update II
- Turquoise
- Anxiety Eats You
- Love is a Poor Man's Food*
- Notes on My Literary Love Affair with Alain de Botton
- Something to Remember
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