Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
Riveting quiescent memories queued up, Queer queasiness spreading a quadrillion quaint sensations, Quaggy terrain surrogates arid nostalgia.
Linking with Blogging from A to Z Challenge : April 2014
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.