Saturday, April 01, 2006

Bubbles

"But when dear Sebastian speaks it is like a little sphere of soapsud drifting off the end of an old clay pipe, anywhere, full of rainbow light for a second and then - phut! vanished, and nothing left at all, nothing."

I don't know much about similes and metaphors yet, but I do know that I love bubbles!


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