"Safe in her room again, Scarlett fell on the bed,
careless of her moiré dress, bustle, and roses...
...After a time, she rose from the bed and nervously paced the floor,
shedding garments as she walked.
Reaction from strain began to set in and she began to shake.
Hairpins slipped out of her fingers and tinkled to the floor
and when she tried to give her hair its customary hundred stokes,
she banged the back of her brush hurtingly against her temple.
A dozen times she tiptoed to the door to listen for noises downstairs
but the hall below lay like a black silent pit."
excerpt from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
photo series by Rune Guneriussen
I have awards and tags that I have been ignoring and I feel dreadful for doing so.
BUT I am officially all moved and the semester is over.
So now I have no excuse.
(well, except if I'm out playing in the snow!)
Love love love you all.
Thank you for being so patient.