The mail.It was, all in all, a trypical afternoon in early spring on Cedar lane. The sun was finally shining again, having lost the grey overcoat of winter. The birds were beginning to truly sing again, after the dead silence of the colder months. However, there is one thing that never changed with the seasons. A white and blue postal van pulled up at the corner of the street, and if one was close enough, there was the familiar rustling of paper and small packages to be heard as the postal worker got together the mail for Cedar Lane.The mail.
Sunflower J. Sparrow was the carrier for this postal route, and seemed to dress the same, rain snow, sleet
Stuff
Neutral
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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"Fe-fi-fo-fum food in my belly you shall become"-Onja Zule
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For we are many...
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"Art is and always will be perceived differently in the eye and ear of every beholder" -Corey8
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"That's a bad sign... but you know what would be a good sign- "Free Sweetrolls!" I mean everyone loves sweetrolls and if you don't you can go to hell." - Lord Sheogorath
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