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Her wistful hazel eyes, flecked with pale green hues, gazed intently at the satiny fragrance of the shrubbery. The roses and the freesias, though, seemed to look away from her delicate form. She sighed deeply as the thought of the passing spring entered her mind. It should not end yet. She wished for eternal blooming, of airy dresses and fleeting ( Read more... )

I suddenly had this urge to write something. To write anything.

These past few months, I've laid writing aside. And to think my writing landed me in a scholarship before. What kind of person am I to just abandon you like that? You, who paid my tuition fees and gave me monthly allowances? You, who gave me suitors *cough cough*? You, who paved the way ( Read more... )