Smothering red smoke oppresses the plain.
Sleep is burning in the rugged field.
Friend, give me your coals.
My daughter is an ember.
My eyebrows speak sign language.
I have long languid lashes.
Good Lord, it is hot.
Smothering red smoke oppresses the plain.
Sleep is burning in the rugged field.
Friend, give me your coals.
My daughter is an ember.
My eyebrows speak sign language.
I have long languid lashes.
Good Lord, it is hot.

I love collecting journals and writing in them and adding stickers and pictures. There are several journals in my growing collection that I really love. This one is by far the cutest and most lovable. She is part of a set. I have a big plush stuffed friend who is the mother and looks just like her. Then I have the babies, little keychain Andromedas each named Baby Stella.
I actually haven’t started writing in Andromeda yet. She is just so cute that I’ve been saving her. But I really do want to put her to good use. She longs to be a happy, well used little journal with all sorts of thoughts and plans. Andromeda is so fuzzy and snuggly and adorable. I think she’ll be a great friend.