1. But then when am I not a fool?"- as her heart took a leap, her perpetual over sensitivity shrieked out loud with a twinkle in her eye, the spark of naive honesty. "But then again I would rather be a fool than befooled with the illusionary intelligence of them around." - a smile caressed her as the voice of her soul clutched her with a thousand memories of days gone by, the leaf of fooled wisdom.
A Whispering Leaf. . .
