Aspen Trees

She was a zealous bookworm, say the piles of books tumbling off their shelves in the corner. She was a cluttered girl, say the less than useless trinkets scattered around the room. And an aspiring artist,      say the countless pencils, pastels, and paintbrushes,      the unfinished pieces stacked on the dusty drawing... Continue Reading →

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