Rap on the door. The seven year old no longer had to be told what to do – she was now well-trained. She raced up to the terrace, ...
“bzzzzzzzzzz!” it was the carpenter bee. black and rotund and a little hazy as it whirred about and dashed against the blooms of the bright yellow trumpet flower. ...
she stood on the third floor balcony, looking out at nothing actually. it was a bright day, there was a faint chill in the air even though everyone ...
Searching through old things,
Many memories outpour
But can't find that one thing
For which you were searching for
Two friends, mad about love and writing, decided it was time to start something new.
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