trevormoore
When I live too long in the winter, I forget about the clover. I remember the grass, though the sheer greenness always catches me by surprise. But I forget about the clover. The clover and the fireflies.
My brothers would try to get me to eat clover when I was little. Eat Clover and catch fireflies.
I already wrote about this word didn't I? How am I supposed to only write about one word a day! I can't work under these conditions? Oh, one word, why must you be so painfully slow!! My life goes much faster than this. I'll start my own website, I will. I'll get a twitter account.