Saturday, May 16, 2009

Applause, boy's own and gale.

1. I am still watching the lettuce raising its pairs of seed leaves to the sky. I have almost convinced myself to hear them clapping to cheer each other on.

2. He's carrying his skateboard under one arm. The other arm is wrapped around his girlfriend's waist.

3. The coolant circulating in the new fridge sounds like a gale blowing beyond thick stone walls.

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