You’re so kind.
My friend’s honeyed words flowed from her lips like a caramel ribbon and wrapped themselves around my ego. “Yeah,” I thought, “Maybe I AM kind. 824 more words
I miss the days when I have stumbled upon books from various kinds of authors with different backgrounds that transverse time and spaces. The day when I open the first page of ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ is the moment when I launch a literature adventure. 496 more words
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. 2,672 more words