SHE PICKED THE FALLEN AND DRIED LEAVES UP OFF THE FLOOR IN SILENCE
posted by Mrs Tremond at 10:26 am
Friday, January 25, 2008
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- THE WATER WAS RUNNING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION AGAIN
- NEVER TO LEAVE WITHOUT PROMISING TO COME BACK
- WILL SHE RETURN IT?
- A DOOR OPENS, SHE DROPS SOMETHING, THE MOON REMAIN...
- AND ON SHE GOES AGAIN, FROM HER HOME TO HER HOME
- THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IS KNOWING HOW TO MAKE...
- A CURL OF COLD SMOKE ENTERING HER MOUTH
- SHE ONLY WANTED TO BRUSH HER TEETH
- BUT SHE WAS STILL THIRSTY
- HOLDING HER BREATH, SHE QUIETLY CLOSED THE DOOR
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