She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers - stern and wild ones -and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter Hullo, and welcome to my profile. I'm so glad that you could make it! I apologize for the barren wasteland that it has been for quite some time, but I am working to remedy that... Just... very slowly. Just a few things about me that seem to be applicable: Name: Gah. The fiancé is stealing the computer away for the time. I will finish this at a later time. |
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