Meh

Jun 02, 2006 22:54

Muttering under his breath, he scribbled on the piece of parchment. Pushing his beard out of the way, the old man adjusted his glasses and squinted to see his own loopy writing. All around him were balls of paper, discarded as failures. This new creation was a work of months and he found himself quite liking it. The characters were brilliant and he ( Read more... )

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anonymous June 22 2006, 05:36:30 UTC
aww

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