She sat as the writing cabinet. Alone at last, she let a burning tear run down her cheek. She turned her fountain pen over and over again, wondering where to start, and what to say… For too long, the silence had settled, punching her in the chest a hundred times a day, leaving her…… Continue reading My Dear,
Dandelions… Because even the most common flower took days to grow its delicate petals. And deserves to be appreciated… I think. If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
I could hear it giggling devilishly as I approached, on my first break today… Showing off, in its still firm, pure white petals… Flower attitude, my friends… Total flower attitude.
Cyranny's Cove 