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Posted: Mar 9 2005, 07:02 AM
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All was quiet within the meadow. The moon high in the frozen sky, though no light flitered down from it. The star's light glimmers swimming within the grey cloud's above. A grazing mist fell from the sky, almost threatening to pour down to the earth below. The long, youthfull green grass swaying within the light breeze.
A strange man sat within the tall grass. Head and shoulders barely skimming over the top of the grass. The man's tan face soft in light conversation, the man's muscal's relaxed so much that it seem that the cloth's apon his shoulders looked like weights, and if the breeze was ever so willing, it would knock him right over. Though the odd thing was, a move rougher breeze surrounded him. The black hinted wind rustleing in the grass, it probally would of been renownced as awakening mice in the night if the grass hadn't swayed so smoothly. -------------------- 'The thing with dreams, are that they are fantacy's. And if they ever come true, they where never really dreams.'-FullMetel Alchemist.
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