Bonsai Story Tree

A version of I met her in 2004, but through the Bonsai Story Generator
http://www.critters.org/bonsai.html


There was a person sometimes, rather a picked flower, slowly wilting.
Before she breezed into each other.
We mused about our professors, discussing the halls of the tiny desks.
During the wind, wispy, brown hair in a person sometimes, rather a piece of the tiny desks.
During the beginning and bullshitting, giggling about the old days, the tiny desks.
During the halls of the tiny desks.
During the halls of the beautiful nymph.
Although we went to sail into our uncharted ...