Thursday, January 03, 2008
The book was white with black and red. His pen was black with white and red. The words were blue and new and he left his yellow heart. She felt disconnected with most things except him. Even though sometimes he didn't make sense to her at all, he was the only one who made sense to her at all. The New year was white and fizzy and messy, but still she thought of him. Of the new year and staining things a verdant green. She thought of adventures and grand escapes. When she read the book she thought of him, adventures, and everything the silly world has to offer a little girl.
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