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What little boys and girls are made of...

If you don't like creative writing, Stop NOw! Welcome to my blog, about spiders and snails and puppy dog tails. I am a true gypsy at heart, stuck in a small superstitious town. This is my native tongue. It's not urgent!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Hello

It was a Friday afternoon and the sky looked darker than she could ever remember. To the west was a sunbeam breaking through pale grey clouds.