Cinnamon and Vanilla +Part 2+Shortly after arriving upon those colourful China docks, I became lost. It was not so much the vivid shades of scarlet, which seemed to flitter constantly before my bewildered eyes, as opposed to the sound. Words in such a language as I had never before heard, rang shrilly in my ears, hammering at the inside of my brain until I gave in, and slipped away, miserably, from the eye of the storm; giving myself to the back streets, behind towering, rickety old buildings.Cinnamon and Vanilla +Part 2+
Never before had I been so alone… and it was at that moment in time, that I realised what a childish mistake I had made, by leaving the familiar surroundings of my hom
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"Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well?
To bear too tender, or too firm a heart,
To act a lover's or a Roman's part?
Is there no bright reversion in the sky,
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?"
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"Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well?
To bear too tender, or too firm a heart,
To act a lover's or a Roman's part?
Is there no bright reversion in the sky,
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?"
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Mwah! x
I demand that you write more!
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"The scone cries out for something to keep it alive, and the jam brings it whole-heartedly. Yet the scone is always there for the jam to lean upon." - Azia Danyan's scones and jam anology.
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