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September 13, 2013
Posted at 10:41 am


Dorable looked over her shoulder, heading out the door. "I have clouds to trip among. Tress to dance around. I desire to read the poetry in the lights dancing on the sun-dappled waves. You just try and get something going. I'll be back."

And she danced off, laughing.

She pops in, I type madly while she's here, and then she wanders off, attracted to a blue butterfly or the song of a bird in the nearby woods.