佚名/Anonymous
Please, my dear husband, be so generous as to let me have a little world of my own. If you find me scrawling on a piece of paper, please don't peep over my shoulders.It may be that I'm venting some pent-up feelings, long denied expression, or trying to compose a little poem not yet presentable for the time being, or attempting to sketch out something visualized1from my childhood memories which glows in my mind like a rainbow.When I am in such a mood, please leave me alone and let me write as the pen dictates.
