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PREVIEW: Fenrir's Dance The pavement path came to a fork. Buildings loomed over them on either side, as usual for a city, especially its back ways. Many of the buildings looked abandoned or barely inhabited though. Mea cursed herself over and over again for allowing this situation to have trapped her in it. She was on the run now, not safe and back with the others. Then again, what kind of "safe" had that been? Being involved in their problems, killing for their kind. No, she would no longer consider them safe no matter how warmly they tried to lure her in.PREVIEW: Fenrir's Dance
Yet, she was still


Raccoon TracksRemember those summers when we ran outRaccoon Tracks
to Aunt Jessica's pond? You were constantly the daring one, leading us onward as galliantly as
"Stonewall" Jackson himself (our war hero!--how we worshipped him! he was a deity then and not the popular Taylor
whose acceptance you would now die for--and gladly!)
Back then there was no such notion of being
"outside" of the pond and the raccoon tracks along its shore (and of course Stonewall Jackson!)
Sunrise and sunset measured the pulse of our days-- nothing else lay outside of that.
(What could have be
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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
--Emily Dickinson
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Moved to ~Raoj
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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
--Emily Dickinson
lol. jk!
(I just found this little icon, and just had to, had to test it on someone!)
*hugs* <3 U!
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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
--Emily Dickinson
Haha, I totally forgot about that icon.
*hugs*
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Moved to ~Raoj
don't know what "peanut butter" has to do with this? 0.o
but i really miss peanut butter.
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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
--Emily Dickinson
What has the world come to?!
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Moved to ~Raoj
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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
--Emily Dickinson
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