1490.

She went online to look for her jetsam.

1489.

Restless in class.

1488.

Sometimes she felt clever, sometimes she felt dumb.

1487.

Sometimes she liked to be noisy, sometimes she liked to be quiet.

1486.

She said, why are you so clever, but really, it wasn't very clever at all.

1485.

She rather liked the quiet cocoon of the exam store.

1484.

Sometimes all she had to look forward to was a yellow stapler.

1483.

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.