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Post by arieona on Jul 24, 2006 19:36:33 GMT -5
The girl of the world smiled at her mirror. She was perfect, perfect inalmost every way, almost. Her hair was the finest golden silk. Her voice was like the nightinggale. Her beauty could dim the sun and put out the stars. Yes, she was almost perfect, perfect. She climbed into her large canopy bed. The curtains shrouding her like mist in the night. "Wake up!" she heard someone shout. She looked around but it was still dark, but. "Wake up!" the voice commanded. "But I am," she said "Foolish girl!" the voice boomed in her head. "You do not know what you are lacking," lacking. "Your eyes are closed to the pain and suffering in the world. With out faith and love you have nothing." The voice faded and the girl stared in thought. From then on she was known as the girl of the spirit, spirit.
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Post by supenova on Jan 23, 2010 17:50:54 GMT -5
That's interesting. I like it.
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Post by wooffice on Nov 28, 2010 20:06:00 GMT -5
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