Be it the 12-year neonates, or the youth blossom-ers, or the stodgy oldies — everyone has pictured themselves living in the Little Whinging and going to Hogwarts. Own up it or don’t, but
“Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts. What are you thinking, Amy?” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl.
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The French window of your room slides to the view of wooing misty mountains. The mountains have soft snow dripping from their apex to their shoulder, slowly. The amorous moon is hiding behind