domingo, 9 de enero de 2011

She was elusive.She was today.She was tomorrow.She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the litting shadow of an elf owe. We did not know what to make of her.In our minds ew tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew...

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