Alliterative Saturday: September, Sleep, Salon, Sugar, Shakespeare
MissMeliss | September 1, 2007
September: The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sleep: I went to bed before midnight last night and, except [...]
