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Dark Nights of Midnight Blue
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Dark Nights of Midnight Blue |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
On dark nights of midnight blue she steps out to walk on the clouds and touch the moon. Iridescent stars in her hair light her way as she slips among the shadows cast by the castle walls. Quietly she inventories her secrets spreading them out before her ~ crouching over them. The eyes of another watch intently. He sees her count what he has so recently counted himself. Silently, he wonders if she will notice that, yet again, she has one less private memory to stash away in the holes of the walls she tends so carefully and lovingly. she feels the precious treasures of her mind before her; her fingers slide over them as she closes her eyes. She remembers each smile and tear, each touch of love and each touch of pain, each word of hope and each word of denial. Her face lifts towards his hidden eyes as she scoops the thoughts into her palm and casts them into the darkness beyond her. They sparkle like magical jewels and burn in the night air before their eyes. aziza |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Oh, my oh my! This is remarkable. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Thank you so much! xoxoxo aziza |
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