Validino
The grasses sway against his legs, lost in the subtle dance of the wind. Their hues manifold from acceding seasons. Validino feels their freed caresses climb higher and higher as he wades deeper into the heart of the Foothills. The sky is bright like the new growth of a dandelion. The cherry stallion feels the heat of waiting strong in his veins. He feels the wind's excitement carry his tail to the trees, but that is not why Dino is here. He his here in the widest, flattest spot because he needs to reeducate himself. The art behind a craftsman's work is always practiced, but when not, the talent is believed to be lost. |
axes in the attics
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09-08-2012, 07:42 AM
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axes in the attics - by Validino - 09-08-2012, 07:42 AM
RE: axes in the attics - by Svetlana - 10-10-2012, 06:28 PM
RE: axes in the attics - by Validino - 10-12-2012, 10:43 AM
RE: axes in the attics - by Svetlana - 10-12-2012, 08:28 PM
RE: axes in the attics - by Validino - 10-15-2012, 07:58 PM
RE: axes in the attics - by Svetlana - 10-17-2012, 05:16 PM
RE: axes in the attics - by Official - 11-22-2012, 03:46 AM
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