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Thursday, May 24, 2007
It I'm writing at last. It was playing in my head and i knew i had to get it down this time. So i took pen to notebook, and canvas got coloured. One full page, one scene. I loved it. Maybe someday, one blessed day, i'll do my own fiction. Book to shelf, maybe i'll see mine standing proud aside others. Extreme wishful thinking. Hurhur. If this doesn't spell boring, i wonder what does. fara // 00:13 |