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The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.

Friday, December 15, 2006

urgency

"I've no time for idle anythings" she whispered. to nobody in particular.

she pushed her hair up onto the top of her head then slowly let it fall again. the sigh that escaped her lips woke nobody.

slowly she sank her head down to the desk and rubbed the aching space between her shoulder blades.

she stayed there for a very long time.
Posted by Capegirl at 1:37 PM

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