Friday, August 27, 2010

if you can't write about anything, write about something.

her hair falls in tight, blonde ringlets around her shoulders, resting on the thick, blue straps of her new denim jumper.
a few strands brush her cheeks, which glow a gentle pink in the sun.
the light caresses each curl, hilighting the curve of one side and casting the other into shadow.
she tosses her head, and the shadows dance.

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