Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Turn to the left.
Close your eyes.
Feel the breeze pick up.
Go to the forrest.
Close your eyes.
Feel the leaves move.
Flows past you carried on that breeze.
Be still.
And fly.
c ford
Dear Person who uploaded two years work off my blog.
I don't write for you.
You are welcome to upload as long as you give me credit for my writing. Get your own voice. Otherwise where will your mouth be when I die?
You will have to find some other mouth to make your sounds.
Please write your own story.

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