It's old fashioned to use paper and pencil, they say!
But, the early quiver of charcoal-grey line,
the smudge of an alley,
the murmuring whispering rustle of the ferrule and the tip,
the slow line that bursts into sudden laughter,
and a white page creating memories of happiness
make the Timesroman12font appear infertile.
Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm. I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
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Saturday, October 20, 2018
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lovely smiles
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