Friday, 15 April 2011

The Present

Your destination is hidden within this site.
When you get to your destination, find somebody and tell them this:

From a lonely heart sprang love.
Gathered inside a peacock’s eye and daintily whisped.
Stirring candyfloss heartaches and glass-snow.
I am a leaf.
I am a skeleton.
I am a heart.

You will be rewarded well.

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