Validino
Mist exited his nostrils and rose to meet the apricot sky. The sun cast bold radiance, reflecting the foggy glimmer of morning with swirling allure. Moths rose from the tawny grasses as his walk disturbed their early slumber. The hills rose distinctly much like peaking mountains. The grass was slick with dew so he’d have to be extra careful not to slide along the uneven ground. The world was too peaceful for feud. |
axes in the attics
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10-12-2012, 10:43 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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