

Spring's KissThe last snowfall was finally starting to melt from the looks of it outside. Little green buds were growing all along the skinny branches of the trees on Hart Street. Even the once chilly air seemed to gain back its usual humidity, thus making the stinging in your nose cease. I trudged along the sidewalk, followed by James Woodsen and my little brother Henry. I could hear James' giant feet sloshing into the wet snow and Henry's lithe paces making the least noise as possible. The sun was beaming down brightly, yet we all knew it was playing tricks on us. It can't always be sunny and warm, that's what most of the tourists learn the hard way. &nSpring's Kiss
I'm hoping this will help me with m drawing skills (because they suck >_< )
Anyways.... I don't n what else to put...
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