feuille jaune Mostly she was at luck with the morning dew that dampened the rotting layers of sifting mold carpeting her footfalls. Feuille's tricky pace would define experience and love of woods that only lacked smoke. Autumn was her soul's temperature, and the cool breezes blew her in whichever direction, while she followed without a thought of peculiarity aimed at her decisions. who's to say where the wind will take you who's to know what it is will break you |
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peregrination - by Feuille - 12-17-2013, 12:32 PM
RE: peregrination - by Faelon - 01-03-2014, 02:57 PM
RE: peregrination - by Abishia - 01-05-2014, 03:37 PM
RE: peregrination - by Feuille - 01-10-2014, 10:36 PM
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