Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The summer place

To be relate to her pride that fastened in her heart of an atoll near Tahiti at latitude fifth longtitude 148th W, substantial place for hiding, anyhow, seemed to such acceptable infurrence  an educated guess drawn from evidence or reasoning but appraisal tends to minimize the importance of space and time together.

Distinction of darkness is arrived as she appear to be tingling by the vigilante of surrounding climate, still fall the rain. A temporarily of a time for anecdotes such scandalized of a woman Lady jane….Impunity of the amenable reasons by the time its cognizant sieved through her mindful of legitimate ego,for pensive she’s given away somehow in deed since the rain seem like it has ever been subsided look like it never gonna stop by some sort of reaction dominated so fast before she could think of a good reason for not to cry the tears fallen snd the last linkage of opinion was shun…as she corrected “If only I could get rid of my jealous on that attitude..” nectar voice she said of tears that keep falling on the paved porch over looking a cliff beware of this scratched off from horizon tropic, the moment thunderstrom attacked on the cliff over yonder the cave her weeping had its occasionally stopped.
 “Hi! I’m Jane” she said. Link to media chamber. The attribute specifies the responsibility of a lady in waiting.