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6

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live rememb'red not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

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eye contact was hard to break with this strange boy. I felt myself unable to remove my eyes from his. I examined him as he examined me, i could see his eyes ever so slightly darting around my face. I felt myself go red so i quickly broke eye contact, and so did he. i mouthed "sorry" to him, and he gave a thumbs up and smiled a wide smile. i walked away 

I turned around to see a door directly adjacent to his with the name plate "lavender bailey" on it. I opened it and saw all my boxes resting there in a neat pile. it made me happy when things were neat. 

As i was unboxing, his face popped up in my head. I found it odd, it was one slight interaction. i dont even know what his voice sounds like. what does his voice sound like? the thought popped in my head. i allowed myself to imagine his voice. at first my mind went to an american accent, but then i remembered that I was no longer in america. I then imagined a low british voice. not too low. he seemed like the kind of person to have a bubbly voice. I dont know. I wont allow myself to dwell on this stranger across the hall

resuming unpacking, i got my computer set up, then i started to work on my desk. unboxing all my fake shrubbery made me sad. Being in britan made me remember my love for real plants. especially at grandmothers estate. i sighed and placed a small fake cactus on my desk. soon it all came together and i was satisfied. 

my dark oak desk was pushed in the middle of my wall with my computer, plants, and a large tapestry above the desk. I had a little wooden stool which i placed my candles on, a small brown rug, and another little corner table with my incense and sage on it. I know that if my mom were with me, she'd call me a dirty hippie. which, i would not take offense to.