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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Glass Ball with Glittering Flakes

Standing outside, shivering everytime. Adapting to the slippery road, I walk like a penguin.
Inside in, with window glass class, my attention to the lecture deteriorate to the window instead. The beauty of the white tiny flake, always remind me of shaking a glass ball with glittering flakes all the way. Different is, I am in the castle inside, and the gliterring flakes; - flutter all around me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

comel! :)