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Post by Moonsea on Sept 18, 2013 19:37:36 GMT -5
There's a far away land, just past where the eye can see. Hidden beneath the gossamer wings of fog, the roads of this land crisscross and turn, in their own special dance. The river sings, and the wind cries. At the heart of this land, twin pillars of white stone twist into the sky, the mark of an ancient race. This land was once their home, and the pillars are all that's left of them. Two marble pillars, alone in the fog.
I just had to write that. It's been on my mind for ages, and I wanted to get it out there. It's not the best, but you know what? Who cares
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Post by Moonsea on Sept 18, 2013 19:51:26 GMT -5
When I write is probably the only time I'm going to respond, just for the record. Plus, I would like a little feedback on this ^.^
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Post by Etty Bo Betty on Sept 18, 2013 22:07:34 GMT -5
Pretty ono
I like your choice of words!
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