I Wonder If I've Been Changed In

It's A Poor Sort Of Memory That Only Works Backwards.

And, Has Thou Slain The Jabberwock? Come To My Arms, My Beamish Boy! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay! He Chortled In His Joy.

It'll Be No Use Their Putting Their Heads Down And Saying "come Up Again, Dear!" I Shall Only Look Up And Say "who Am I Then? Tell Me That First, And Then, If I Like Being That Person, I'll Come Up: If Not, I'll Stay Down Here Till I'm Somebody Else"--but, Oh Dear!' Cried Alice, With A Sudden Burst Of Tears, 'i Do Wish They Would Put Their Heads Down! I Am So Very Tired Of Being All Alone Here!

Do Let's Pretend That I'm A Hungry Hyena, And You're A Bone!

Photography Is My One Recreation And I Think It Should Be Done Well.