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My Subconscious
Sitting alone in the vast meadow of Wild Flowers that only seem to bloom every two years was a massive Oak. The sun was just rising over the horizon and forest a far. Fire was what the sun did to the sky with white clouds of smoke. Morning dew glinted off the grass with an orange tinge. This majestic area was surround by a dark and hideous forest. A young woman sat beneath the Oak writing quietly beside her gaurdian. The gaurdian was a radiant white wolf whom layed against the woman watching her. Dark aura hovered over the forest like a blood sucking leech; as the white blanket over the meadow dissapated in the fire.
 MistressWolffie · Tue Sep 18, 2007 @ 02:52am · 1 Comments |
