Erm. Anyway. Big, brown and fluffy. Also sweet. And tasty. And with a crazy look on your face and lots and lots of yellow icing on top. 8D
*noms on Muffin*
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance. — Richard Price
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