1st February 2016
Cambridge, England: Lost In Little Lanes
Cambridge England: Soaking Up the Same Lessons as Wordsworth
I often sat on an uncomfortable chair at my dining table, pretending I was burning the midnight oil instead of carelessly chewing on the back of a pen. My fingers would linger over the keyboard, but my heart poured itself out on yellowed pages in old diaries, verse after verse. One day, I’d be walking through the same halls as Sylvia, bathing in the same morning light as Byron, soaking up the same lessons as Wordsworth — pretending to...