Siding with the panels
Melting the vapours like pouring rain under the sun, flag ships sailing beyond the couch, wishing for a dream unlike the others. She wallowed, piercingly aware of the silence, capitalizing on a vision once extrapolated by an assistant postal worker. Why not?
2 comments:
I liked the way those sentences flowed. You should write for the Red Hot Chilli Peppers.
Thanks!
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