the light bounces off the while snow and reflects into the sky, giving it a paint of orange mix with pink. the pattering of the snow onto the solid surface sounds alike with the bowl of green beans i spilled onto the kitchen tiles. in their own staccato manner.
i'm going to paris disneyland on monday!! since when exclamation marks and bold letters disappear from my sentences? since that friday morning long long time ago. i like the thick inches of vanilla white snow when it doesn't affect my schedule. i hope it doesn't.
i'm going to paris disneyland on monday!! since when exclamation marks and bold letters disappear from my sentences? since that friday morning long long time ago. i like the thick inches of vanilla white snow when it doesn't affect my schedule. i hope it doesn't.
-Picasso : Guernica-
what do you do when somebody wink at you?
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