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Salut. The name is Ivy. She gets a year older every 18th November. Butterflies aren't really on her List of Nice Things. She loves her BFFs and TENNIS :D. Okay, and she doesn't know what else to say so she will stop here.
Sunday, July 20, 2008

She sat alone on a seat beside the window, looking out at the passing mellow fields. The cool summer breeze set her long brown hair dancing. Her features were beautiful; the browness of her eyes stood out underneath her long bangs. Yet in them were a kind of hollowness, instead of the usual dancing life; she was engaged in a world of her own, in the empty carriage with no one but herself. Time seemed to have gone still, as the train puffed on its journey, across the colourful carefree fields.


"je demander, je demander.."