Sunday, 3 October 2010

In no more than thirty words, write your own story

Without a backward glance, he stepped down from the train.
It was then she knew,
her heart would never heal.
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3 comments:

  1. Dionysios8 October 2010 at 22:35

    Hello Anna,
    that was really nice, even if sad. How was you trip? Is everything else going fine and good?

    Dionysios

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  2. Anna9 October 2010 at 08:51

    Dion darling friend!
    How are you?
    I was intrigued when I read your blog to find out all that has been happening in your life!
    We are just home from a wonderful trip to Italy. While we were there, I thought of you. The architecture, the light, everything was so wonderful!
    It's so lovely to hear from you! I think of you often and I've missed you!
    AML
    Anna
    xxxxxxxxxxx

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  3. Anonymous14 October 2010 at 03:30

    Thanks Anna. I am happy to hear you you had a memorable time. Wasn't Italy just unbelievable; incredible? Life is still good.
    D

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