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She was elusive.
She was today.
She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to coarkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and she flew away.
Makes you wonder~ [img]graemlins/heart.gif[/img]
me thinks it was the "pinning" part that made her go...
but then- i know not...except that hugs should not be so bold as to become restaints...
blah-blah...suddup dave
No. But I bet it would be wonderful to.
~we are all that elusive ................ butterfly....
~flitters
nah didnt think so...
Do we ever REALLY know anybody?