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Mental game |
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FNG Member
since 2006-02-07
Posts 477 |
Life is beautiful, aint it? This night, I've decided it's ethereal as fibers of withered greens. Air suffused with quiet laden peace. A time to shovel, the true me within. Taking breaths, envisioning, the sun rays, or should i come to null? End my story here, reckoned a myth of ever-afters? I've learnt to wait, stay and frame in this moment of mental game. The first dose of sunrays will radiate, comb my face for a journey yet ahead. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
FNG~ 'A time to shovel, the true me within.' Yes, I found myself in these lines~ Life IS beautiful ... yes, it is~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
just what I was thinking today! |
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