When I was about 9 years old I had a crush on a beautiful tinted boy. I thought he was an Indian, and I thought of his bike as an iron horse. We were two children in the snow.
One day he asked me or I could guess who he loved forever and ever, and I answered 'no.'
Then he wrote my name in the snow and biked away.
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Dear Ms. Jackdaw
This is a beautiful story.I would imagine the snow has melted and the boy is a man and that when snow falls he remembers you.
PS
When you visited my blog, my description disappeared ;^)
Dear Stan,
My description keeps disapearing as well. Let's go for a virtual walk in the snow.
More, more. We need more of these fine tiny posts.
Hey cool babies, how did you find my blog?
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