What the hell is a flying green song-rabbit?!

Grongbit (GReen sONG rabBIT) is the result of our nicknames combined. "Our" meaning the three founding authors. The flying comes from our guest-turned-permanent blogger, Butterfly Coffin.

And yes, rabbits can too fly, sing and be green.

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Sunday, March 22, 2009

Seasons come and go. Last year becomes a memory, and this year will become a memory.
The beautiful things you remember doing a short while back will fade into a fantasy-like epoch. Vague struggles with the threads of fate that make you hold your course - or change it.
The little joys you once had become magnified with the passing of time. Memories only become beautiful when they become a memory. Happiness is only enjoyable when the time of happiness has passed.
The calm moments when you sit with the dying sunlight streaming in through veiled windows. The soft sighs of the fresh Autumn breeze in your hair. The enjoyable music of that time. The scent of freshly fallen leaves. The guilty reveling in nostalgia. It's ironic. Because now I'm reminiscing about when I was reminiscing.

I wonder if I will look back upon today and think: Today was a good day.


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