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Ooc — Rosie
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November 03, 2016, 01:19 PM
Aster quickly and silently dismissed herself. Olive, a little jarred at her friend's sudden absense, continued on her way through the forest - singing a silent song of the wooded titans that dwarfed her.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
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RE: senses - by Olive - October 18, 2016, 01:20 PM
RE: senses - by Estelle - October 18, 2016, 02:47 PM
RE: senses - by Olive - October 21, 2016, 03:46 PM
RE: senses - by Estelle - October 21, 2016, 07:57 PM
RE: senses - by Olive - October 23, 2016, 07:21 PM
RE: senses - by Estelle - October 23, 2016, 07:30 PM
RE: senses - by Olive - October 26, 2016, 12:04 PM
RE: senses - by Estelle - October 29, 2016, 11:41 AM
RE: senses - by Olive - November 02, 2016, 10:46 AM
RE: senses - by Estelle - November 02, 2016, 06:50 PM
RE: senses - by Olive - November 03, 2016, 01:19 PM