I left for a bit... and this is how the convo went when I got back:
Friend: finally, where did you go?
Me: magic land
Friend: north or south?
me: east... I walked up the frozen river, while one of the suns set in the north, one cast rays of gold onto the shining pebbles... and the silver moon lit up the river. The I reached the waterfall were the ice falls down, mixing with the summer blossom and scattering like grains of glass below. Then I sat in a meadow, and smiled as the robins sung to the moon and the sky.
Friend: lucky for some i suppose
How cool is that? lol! u guys got any cool discriptions of this "magic land" you want to share?
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*hugs* for you.
I see the world with a song, a grin and a dance that you can't do without laughing.
Poetry is like music... with less notes and more words. "The pen is mightier than the sword, and considerably easier to write with."
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