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, 4 months & 14 days ago 20th May 2009 00:02
OK
115 years, 4 months & 18 days ago 16th May 2009 01:42
okz...
115 years, 4 months & 23 days ago 11th May 2009 03:33
115 years, 5 months & 7 days ago 27th Apr 2009 21:04
TOO MANY COLOURS
115 years, 5 months & 8 days ago 27th Apr 2009 02:59
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