Sunday, March 25, 2007
It was a hot Sunday afternoon. The street was as still as a windchime hanging by the window, hoping for a non-existent breeze. The bright green leaves and the azure blue sky seem to compliment each other on their colours. Even the shadows cast by the trees and buildings blended well with the tarmac of the road. Except for a distant sound of an occasional scooter putting by, all was quiet.Labels: descriptive
posted at 12:44 AM
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