Wicked wonderland. The trees have not been planted. Neither are the flowers. There is nothing much in sight except for a nosy neighbour who insisted on having tea together. Little miss pea kindly rejected his offer. He must have drunk it on his own. In his head. There are so many things yet to be done. No time for apprehension. She is more excited than anybody else around. Of the wonderful things to come. White fluffy clouds high up in the sky greet her with a warm welcome to the neighbourhood. How she wishes she can invite them down for tea.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
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