never lost a handful of dust in the storm
Sep. 27th, 2009 08:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbSomeone tell me why, the very night before I go back to class, the first line and the plot of a novel fall into my head?
The airship Marie-Celeste lay like a tethered dragon in the dark waters of her berth, furled armatures of her golden sunsails folded wings along her sides.
How strange is life?
The airship Marie-Celeste lay like a tethered dragon in the dark waters of her berth, furled armatures of her golden sunsails folded wings along her sides.
How strange is life?
