Some people are like autumn; all somber and exciting, not exactly cold and indifferent like winter but not warm like summer. Well Sally isn't an autumn person at all, nor summer and most definitely not winter, goodness me no. Sally has a springtime nature, excitable and bouncy, fragile and naive, imaginative and energetic. Everybody changes so one cannot presume to explain any one persons personality, one day this the next that. But Sally always loves red and yellow poppies, pink and blue ribbon, small books that fit in ones hand and sponge cake with lemon aid and I think she always shall.There stood one whose countenance I knew not, an image before my eyes, and I heard the voice as it were of a gentle wind...
Saturday, 14 January 2012
Sally
Some people are like autumn; all somber and exciting, not exactly cold and indifferent like winter but not warm like summer. Well Sally isn't an autumn person at all, nor summer and most definitely not winter, goodness me no. Sally has a springtime nature, excitable and bouncy, fragile and naive, imaginative and energetic. Everybody changes so one cannot presume to explain any one persons personality, one day this the next that. But Sally always loves red and yellow poppies, pink and blue ribbon, small books that fit in ones hand and sponge cake with lemon aid and I think she always shall.
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neat. sally sounds oblivious, but fairly happy. it was like a photo
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