Dancing in a mixture of paterns to fall silently into her pale white hands, diluting her thoughts with sweet memories of the smile that reflected a thousand rainbows. The smile that escaped from her lips was one of not a rainbow, but a stream filled of the colours only her memories could believe.
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And yes I did write that.
115 years, 11 months & 13 days ago 20th May 2009 00:02
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115 years, 11 months & 17 days ago 16th May 2009 01:42
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