Here, open out your palms for me this once, please. Bury these sweet sugar lumps by the creeper right next to the bigger tree with its thicker trunk and waterproof leaves. Maybe, they'll grow to yellow rose shrubs. //caption// I'll remember you,Rose -Sanjana Kumar What words can I muster now that the tray that held every glass piece, a part each belonging to the bigger, grander, translucent lake, slipped out
