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~DreamChild~ Senior Member
since 2001-04-23
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The first season is fertile, and it eagerly nurtures the seeds of tomorrow's harvest. Hungrily, the fields consume all grains that are planted, and those carelessly dropped as well. There are no fruitless crops in this divine cycle of equillibrium. All that is scattered near or abroad will take root and yield its bounty, whether sweet or bitter. The circle never breaks. Nor will it. Take heed oh reckless sewer, and be wary of what germinates within the soils. For all that is conceived is birthed, and the thorns never fail to spring forth in the garden. Whether poor or fair, the final season brings the harvest. DERRICK E. GILLUM Freedom is the dream of sleeping reality |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
yep, nice take on an old theme ![]() |
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