sbenmayor
I guess the first image is of a ginger and white dog, expressive but far-off expression, right front leg raised, tail erect. Magestic?
Remember, during recess, the erasers, thwak thwak thwak thwaaaack. Against the west wall of our school, white chalky streaks, the feel of the gritty felt-side, the smooth camel colored chamois? The honor of inhaling all that dust and the 5 minutes of being outside alone. Without supervision, without anyone.
I hate books about witches and magical, mystical forests, cauldrons and cackling. Feminism gone bad.
Beyond all hope and expectations, beyond our fears and walls of doubt, beyond these and more, we have the roar, the suspicious roar.
I can't think of anything to say about this word - I hate the sport, never cared for the candy, I don't wear name brands or covet this line of clothing (waspy, boring, flat) - oops, my time's up.
In the middle, a grand divider built of cement and steel, columns and bricks and covered, I mean completely covered in... Well, you needed to see it to believe it.
Her headband kept slipping back - the tiny teeth had broken off years ago - to reveal grey, oily roots and scaly hairline psoriasis.
Sibling rivalry is the theme of fairy tales, but it's also the root of success, discovery, ambition and happiness.
Starlit starlet, satire stairlift, start life straight
I think of pastel blue and rosebud pink, colors for a newborn. Sticky, stretchy, awful sugar rush. And I think of you: sandals in hand, chapped lips and squinting at the sea. Photo album memories.
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