The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not to tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
In all hopes for something (or 2, or 3, or more...) to go right in the month of September and beyond. It is about time good karma be bestowed upon me to end this hike of despair and desolation.
Woe is me no more.
Bonjour,
September.
No other but Guns N' Roses to put me at ease.
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