Sunday, November 29, 2009. As the shift of light snuffed out when the deep sea has enshrouded the golden orb, a gentle breeze made way for a comforting euphony played by the wind upon the leaves. The dim intensity of the spectral glitter from the stars blended perfectly with the haziness that suffused through the smoothness of the mist.

Elle ce nomme Dance but did nothing that could kill you. Cette fiction contiendra des moments violents et quelques passage Lemon.

Saturday, October 23, 2010. On the cusp of new things. Before the clouds of epistemic arrogance set forth largely across the land,let me know. A well meaning older brother who chastises and gives a timely well-aimed blow. The toiling student rejoices in small victories. Grant me the wisdom to not measure wisdom by the days spent in pursuit of some goal.

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