{michele}: The faint smell of lilacs drew her into the woods
{michele}: Ready for battle
{michele}: Never run after a bus or a man. There will always be another one
{michele}: The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
{michele}: Inside Metro
{michele}: 'cause I am broken when I am lonesome
{michele}: Forgotten
{michele}: today. 1/11/11