There is Peace that Plays Like a Lute,
Permeating the Hardest Core,
When the Heart is Pale and Unsure.
Loving… 13 more words
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What did you say?
You Saw an odd Featherless Flyer today?
Perched upon a tendril with the Morning Criers
And When he yawned You Saw Wisps of Fire? 7 more words
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Yes, 1500 posts. I certainly find it hard to believe as well. Who would have possibly thought it, after only 10 months of blogging, yet here it is, or perhaps more accurately, here they are! 113 more words