Why no one told me about Philip Jackson?
Where has he been my whole life?
I am seriously ashamed of myself for having not heard of him.
Look at that foot.
I want to stand and look at her all day.
And sit next to this one just to feel her calm and talk with her about her book.
O.K. these are a bit intimidating.
But how sad is she.
I want to take care of her, listen to her story.
O.K. I want one.
Perhaps for my birthday?