Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Farewell



She calmly needled the thread and hung the dew drops before their fall. Then she took the reddened fruit and peeled it. The Rose turns white and the air quivered to ice. 

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  1. JungHyeonApril 29, 2013 at 12:34 PM

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