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Some Call It Destiny- 5 pt. 1 I sat up and yawned. The early morning sun peaked over the mountain ridge and spread across the floor of the cave. Birds chirped outside and the dew sparkled on the cactus flower leaves. I folded my hands into the blanket and closed my eyes, remembering the night before. Falling asleep in Ben’s arms might have been the most amazing that had ever happened to me. I never wanted to leave him, not ever. With a sigh, I leaned back and gazed up at the cave ceiling, listening to my own breathing and soft beats of my heart.Some Call It Destiny- 5 pt. 1 by ~One-Star-Falls
An hour passed before I shook m
"Untitled" chap. 4 Cela stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes drifted over the beautiful designs that adorned the wooden boards. Vines decorated with flowers wove their way in and out of the tangle of rays of painted sunshine. The painting was full of the happiest elements of a dream; it often comforted her to stare up at the figures before she fell asleep. However, tonight was different. The soft, warm pictures did nothing to ease her disturbed, wandering thoughts. With a sigh, she sat up and glanced out her window. The moon was bright and full, surrounded by gray clouds and a blackish mass of sky."Untitled" chap. 4 by ~One-Star-Falls
Will morning never come? She wondered.
Deciding that it was
Some Call It Destiny 4 “Hey!” Ben’s horse came into view and I smiled, overly relieved that he was back. He rode up and dismounted.Some Call It Destiny 4 by ~One-Star-Falls
“Did it go well?” I asked.
Ben nodded and wiped the sweat off his brow, smiling at me in the process. “I went very well.” He said.
I smiled.
“Ben!” Dylan ran up and stared at the bags. His eyes grew bigger every second. “Is that food?” He looked up at me. “Real food? Not that stuff you like to call food?
Ben laughed. It was the first time I’d ever heard him laugh. I blushed for a moment and turned away, startled at the bubbly feeling that rose in my stomach.
Untitled chap. 3 The morning sun peaked over the mountain tops, allowing the light to pour over the land like water from a pitcher. The birds soared through the sky and dove in and out of the clouds. All in all, it was a perfect morning. But Erin’s thoughts consumed him too much for him to enjoy the surroundings.Untitled chap. 3 by ~One-Star-Falls
“You’re not usually this bothered when they start acting up.” Trianna came up and placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “What’s really troubling you?”
For a moment Erin made no answer and Trianna prepared to say something else. Then: “They need to start taking things more seriously. Finn is headstrong, impa
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PRIORITIES - Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the car I drove.But the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly crazy that my ruins become a tourist attraction.
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PRIORITIES - Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the car I drove.But the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly crazy that my ruins become a tourist attraction.
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"Those who do not complain are never pitied." Jane Austen/"PRIDE AND PREJUDICE"
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PRIORITIES - Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the car I drove.But the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly crazy that my ruins become a tourist attraction.
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And if i had something to say to you i'd whisper it softly,
kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me.
shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight,
hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise
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♫♫♫
Music: The soundtrack of my life, feel it, shut up, listen and Keep on dancing
♫♫♫
[no REIn, no REInbow. [Its that simple]]
greatly appreciated!
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PRIORITIES - Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the car I drove.But the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly crazy that my ruins become a tourist attraction.
--
"Those who do not complain are never pitied." Jane Austen/"PRIDE AND PREJUDICE"
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PRIORITIES - Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the car I drove.But the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly crazy that my ruins become a tourist attraction.
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♫♫♫
Music: The soundtrack of my life, feel it, shut up, listen and Keep on dancing
♫♫♫
[no REIn, no REInbow. [Its that simple]]