"Picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies."
Clementine had struggled with the adjustment to this place. Melancholy rode heavily on her shoulders even as she tried to fight away the dark clouds. She knew there had to be sunshine somewhere. But with every passing day, the rain fell. Both literally and metaphorically. The flower child soon began to understand that this was a world where she’d have to make her own sunshine. |
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