| There is a child sleeping near his twin The pictures go wild in a rush of wind That dark angel, he is shuffling in Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled |
Pale

The Story of Winter"I have to give you something," he said lightly, looking up at the expanse of sky stretched as far as the eye could see. "That's the way these things go. A deal is a deal."The Story of Winter
"Right," I replied distractedly, wondering what he was gazing at.
"How about winter? I'll give you winter."
The night was cloudless. Inviting. I think I would live in the stars, if I could. I glanced at him, studying his profile. I wasn't sure if he was mocking me or if he actually meant anything he said. I would never find out. I
I appreciate it a lot
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ribbit, i'm a frog and you're not.
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We are clouds
We are whispers
Like fawns and shape-shifters
Our edges can never be found out
No, our edges keep moving further out
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Bob Carlos Clarke said of his wife Lindsey once "It takes a strong woman to be with a man that is obsessed with photographing the woman at the next table...."
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thanks alot
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