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  • From the Ashes...

    “What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...”   -Taken from William W...
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  • As the Little Shell Sings

    Such a beautiful song that my little shell sings. Of longing and love.     I like to believe he is right. That the golden fish lives somewhere with the purple fish, though perhaps in another body of water. But together nonetheless... And perhaps somewhere else in time.     ...
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  • Beyond the Surface

    Do I really know the truth of you?   Of your inner soul?       How much is unknown?   How much do you conceal?       I may never know you at all...   You’re a stranger to me...       To share secrets...   Perh...
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  • Through Rose Colored Lenses

    Eliona stood there, confused as to the reason for the occasion. She held an emerald colored children’s book in her hand that had an illustration of a rabbit and wolf on the cover.     Fashion? This event is for fashion... advice?     She smiled down at Buttons, who wa...
  • Wild Like a Wave

    Eliona sat near a lake, tilting her head as she splashed her feet in the water. She looked up at the sky in deep thought.     Nothing is the same now. I feel torn... then sewn back together like a broken doll.     Eliona sighed as she examined the sky.     ...T...
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  • Echo

    I feel like the trees are watching me. Angry that I tore grass from the earth today.       Watching. Being watched... Eyes are all around me.     Gazing at the birds and the squirrels seems to make the feelings more simple. But is it even simple? Perhaps not since tha...
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  • The Truth is False

    Written in Thalassian on a single sheet of loose parchment. Stolen.     Things were stolen. Then torn.   The cause. Confusion. And the problem.         Just a pet.   A toy.    A fragile tree branch waiting to be snapped in two. &n...
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  • Fear and Fire

    [Some graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.] My... head. Hurts. Shackled. I’m shackled. Blindfolded too. Perhaps I could take it off. No, I shouldn’t. I can’t remove it. I may not like what I see without it on. Not even sure where I am.   As I moved, I could h...
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  • Dead Insects

    Undated. Written in Thalassian. Very annoying, those cards were. Caused quite a sting. An avoided thought, though it would surface as things often do. Perhaps for the best. That he knows. And is not upset with me. It must be my fault. Something broken inside.   Contemplated adoption do...
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  • Truth in the Cards

    Undated, Written in Thalassian.       Wandered around for sometime.  Even ventured places I didn’t plan to test.   Yes, test and determine if they are suitable.   Suitable for hoarding.  It appears a location near home shall be workable.  I’ll ...
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