→ outofdejavu:試翻勒 （伸手） 04/27 22:43
It was a day as fresh as grass growing up and clouds going over and
butterflies coming down can make it. It was a day compounded from
silences of bee and flower and ocen and land, which were not silences
at all, butmotions, stirs, flutters, risings, fallings, each in
its own time and matchless rhythm.
請有興趣的大大用優美的詩句挑戰一下吧^^
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