104 Quotes by Jazz Feylynn

The view offer was not clear through the glass of contemplation

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a controlling field.

I am off to the pages racing my way through to the story's finish line - the end.

The leaves' autumn colors were muted in the shadows they settled among.

By the little-bits the little-bits became realized

I sort and mix all the right ingredients that makes a lip smacking, eye drooling over the tasty mental treat contained in my story delights.

The leaves spring green tips floated by, caressing softly countless gentle beings

Dipsy do and Dipsy be. How many dots does Dipsy need to connect the dots, one, two, three.

Spring's colorful tapestry burst forth with growth anew. As winter's deathly sleep struggled with vain attempts to keep all in slumber under its weeping coat of white.