Write now, right now. Or else ..

A has given me the ultimatum.

"It is too much. You've been fooling me for more than a year. Write now. Just 10 minutes. Whatever comes to your mind"

She's been hitting the url for over a year expecting me to surprise her by writing something and I've always been saying.. I will, I will.

But more than a year of procrastination is bad I guess. At least for your loved one's patience ...

It's coming, the pasting of a new rainbow butterfly in a fresh page.. in moments.

10 minutes if you want to time it.

Go, now !

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Ash said…

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
- William Shakespeare

6:36 PM

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