The curtains were useless - thin threads of pale blue, billowing gently to the breeze and occasionally letting in squares of sunlight to filter in. The tiny figure in her black leotard scowled, eyeing the spot of sunlight on the wood-vanished floor.That's incomplete, I know. But after my precious Fingers typed those out, the Brain stopped 'sharing'. So be nice, people, and comment as to how I could continue. ('Thanks' in advance!)
It's already late afternoon...
Jan 1, 2010
Just a little something...
The curtains were useless - thin threads of pale blue, billowing gently to the breeze and occasionally letting in squares of sunlight to filter in. The tiny figure in her black leotard scowled, eyeing the spot of sunlight on the wood-vanished floor.That's incomplete, I know. But after my precious Fingers typed those out, the Brain stopped 'sharing'. So be nice, people, and comment as to how I could continue. ('Thanks' in advance!)
It's already late afternoon...
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