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Pleasant memory

The last memory of you and your brothers I had was of us climbing the mud wall in your backyard. Remember we were covered with thick, yellow, grimy mud from top to bottom? Then, to somehow fool our mothers and make them think we were up to no mischeif, we washed everything off with a garden hose and ended up cold and wet.

:D

I don't remember much, and that is my big loss. Thank you nevertheless. Looking forward to making more! See you in two years time.

Have a nice long flight.

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Emerald

Roses are turquoise
Tulips are pink
*sigh*

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a princess with green eyes and small dainty feet. Everyday at the seventh hour of light she will make a trip to the seventh tower in the south wing where the seventh warrior got killed. There she will cry and wept for there lies the silent body of her mother, unmoving, still, wrapped beautiful in cheesecloth, a pearl on each closed eye.

Her wistful tears are put in a silver pot and poured everyday into a lake by seven virgin maids. To this day, when the silvery moon forms into a perfect circle in the sky, fenced by twinkling stars, the lake will glitter a brilliant emerald green, like the princess's eyes.

Sana wara sana, year after year, this sad story of a princess who wept a river.