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An Occurrence In Which I Stumble Upon A Friend's Grave
Oh my friend, the gay times we had. As children we clad ourselves in costumes. Oh my friend, the games we would play in a midsummer's day inside of your room ( Read more... ) -
A Word Doodle
The boy sat still, his eyes transfixed upon the windchime that hung so daintily outside his window; which had been, until now, draped by curtains with print reminiscent of old french paintings of flowers ( Read more... )
