aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - gold owned every inch of the city. he flew north for the summer, knowing without question who he would find there. feathers grinned over humming pavement while a map whispered in his ear, all loops and alleys. and then the truth of the music was plain to see. he circled twice to be sure and set off towards darkness and the buzzing thoughts of what it could have meant. 8:37 a.m. - 2013-04-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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