The Kathleen Hale’s Eleventh Hour After Morning

 The Kathleen Hale’s Eleventh Hour After Morning ..

THE STORY ABOUT KATHLEEN HALE'S ELEVENTH HOUR.

When I get to Kathleen’s the door is already open, a convenient accident. I surprise her with two cups of coffee in her hand. Then he is so happy now. And i am also feeling so happy. It’s still a bit early for her, and she’s thankful to enjoy the early morning sunlight she usually sleeps through. We sit in on a windowsill next to her bed, where her clock is always set to the eleventh hour. A reporter, essayist,sycolist which is very helpfull for kathleens  and YA novelist, Kathleen just came back from visiting with a good friend and taxidermist tingra tidat.ho taught her how to stuff a baby bird for a story she’s writing. She lightens the gory details by noting that she posed him with wings spread and beak lifted and slightly open, so as to be eternally mid-chirp.

Kathleen lives with her fiancé, Simon, and the walls of their apartment are covered with childhood photos, mostly of her, shirtless and covered in dirt. She asks me if I can take a picture of her posing with her wall antlers.baby if you want windowsdall baby viaitung a kalakar interesting on something.

Kathleen: I am not a morning person, but I am not an anti-morning person either. When I who’s up by the crack of dawn and bakes bread first thing every day. Some people say, “don’t talk to me before my coffee,” but once I am up I am generally excited about my day.