HOW DOES IT SOUND WHEN WHISPERS FILL THE BLACKENED DARKNESS? WHAT DOES IT SMELL LIKE WHEN MILLIONS OF FLOWERS SEEM TO ENGULF ONE? DOES A COOL, BABBLING BROOK W/H STONES FEEL THE SAME AS IT DID THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO? HOW MANY PEOPLE MAKE FARFETCHED WISHES ON THAT ONE BRIGHTLY SHINING STAR? WHERE DO THE WINDING PATHES GO THROUGH THE MILES OF GRAPE VINEYARDS? WHAT IS SEEN AS THE FOG FOLLS OVER THE GRASSY MEADOWS?
Reason for writing:
IT WAS WRITTEN 5/25/99 FOR A CREATIVE WRITING CLASS IN SCHOOL. IT'S NOT REALLY DONE YET, UNSURE OF HOW TO END IT. PLEASE EMAIL ME ANY COMMENTS/ SUGGESTIONS sweetdaisy2@yahoo.com. thanks!
Birth sign: Scorpio
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