A Gothic Winter Tale
Dec. 11th, 2009 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janebecomesJane has found herself a nook in the library and is lost in the poetry of Catullus, a translation she found that she's not seen before.
The night is starting to draw in and so her shawl is pulled tightly around her as she wonders about the kind of passion and lust that inspired such words.
The night is starting to draw in and so her shawl is pulled tightly around her as she wonders about the kind of passion and lust that inspired such words.
