Melancholy Life of Cornflake Girl
A hiding place where I plant my [nonsensical] thoughts, water my dreams, and harvest more insights.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Random Paragraph #1
The soft murmur of morning mist, caressing the trees delicately like a loving mother. Bringing with its touch the morning dew, pure and clear --glistening in the sun like diamond dust.
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