Tell me where the flame goes when you blow it off to your amusement; or how the leaf disappears after being drenched by the Autumn rain?
08.05.10
08.05.10
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She, a lady with hazel eyes which looked as those of a cat, charmingly slanted upwards. Me, a fifteen year old girl discovering the joys of drawing. Saw her after many years I was supposed to. Her house was filled with many nice paintings. During the dinner I looked at one and said: "these paintings..." Her eyes sparkled, "yes?"... "are very simple to draw..." The smile on the painter's thin lips faded out instantly...
Memories come back to you very late; most of the time...
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Miss you both ;)
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