Nov. 18th, 2010

She ate the enchanted ice-cream and wondered what would happen next. Would she become enchanted? The ice-cream had lumps of gingerbread in it, and tasted vaguely like white chocolate.

She wrote more than 3000 words that night, typing frantically on her netbook. The airship crashed, but it was imaginary, and the smell of plumeria filled the air.

This LiveJournal will be ten years old in January.

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